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You don’t understand, Lucy, they just aren’t like that. Perhaps it had been pick-pocketed or jostled from her dress in a hunt. Lucy grabbed his shirtsleeve, whispering on tiptoe. " "Come, come, Captain," remonstrated Blueskin. “Don’t you have a wife? Where are your children?” She asked. Could she go through with it? She must. After all, you may easily come to fetch Mrs Ibstock when you need her. At the bottom of the trunk was a large manila envelope, unmarked.

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