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The inn was a military haunt. 270 “Curse that boy!” He chuckled and stomped the water. They agreed to lend her their hold-all and a large, formless bag which they called the communal trunk. ” He ducked out. Mike answered the door while still toweling his hands dry. He was leaning against a window frame, his hat in his hand. “He is very kind, Anna, really, and not half such a prig as he seems. ’ Gerald could not resist. It was a habit she had taken from Remenham House, but could not wear because of the colour which must draw attention.
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