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She was putting a manuscript away, gingerly locking its
heavy tooled cover, but it was a huge, awkward tome. Already she missed all of
her fine things, her linens and leather bound books. But now Ann Veronica knew what was the matter with her. You are without sense and not sympathique in the least. “I don’t think you realize,” Ann Veronica began again, “that I am rather a
defective human being. Moving back to the corner again, she ran a hand back over the leather-bound
books—which, she realised, were not books at all. He changed his mind however, and
simply motioned to her to proceed. “There is this absurd craving for Mr.
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