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Her face reminded him of a delicate unglazed porcelain cup, filled with blond wine. Pity you aren’t under my command. She felt her chest trying to float up, but the blessed undertow, the dreaded reason why she was warned to never bathe in the ocean, sucked her feet down, putting the decision where it belonged, into the hands of God. Come with me, Langley, and bring the lantern. She was tired, hungry—and thus somewhat impatient for the food Mrs Ibstock might bring—and downcast.
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