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She seized the
key, and he grasped her hand and squeezed it roughly and painfully between the
handle and the ward as she tried to turn it. Pale, flesh-colored light filtered in through the corners of
the house. The smells of skewered
fennel, roast chicken, and broiled pheasant saturated the
air, and she could smell other wonderful aromas about
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Gerald sat back in his chair, thinking hard. There had been disappointments and humiliations, and
although she hated to admit it even to herself, she was in desperate straits. Spurlock began to munch his water-chestnuts. Eventually her movements carried her to the little stand at the side of the bed. pgdp. "I'm sure he won't attempt to prevent me," rejoined Thames. "
"My courage gave out.
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