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" "You would purchase it at the price of your head," replied Jonathan, knitting his brows. The smells of skewered fennel, roast chicken, and broiled pheasant saturated the air, and she could smell other wonderful aromas about them. His gaze remained steady on the old dame’s face, as he thought about it. “See you. “It was poison—why not?” she answered. He drew her close up to him with a strong, steady pull. There had been fusses and scenes dimly apprehended through half-open doors.
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