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Capes went first, finding footholds and, where the drops in the strataedges came like long, awkward steps, placing Ann Veronica’s feet. “It—it—must come,” she faltered. What was the alternative to going home? No alternative appeared in that darkness. It's fortunate we've no more Jack Sheppards, or I should stand but a poor chance. He had no use for Ann Veronica; he had never had a use for her since she had been too old to sit upon his knee. His title has descended to Rowland: his estates to Aliva. She came to spend hours with the bastard children that the women brought, dressing and feeding the tiny ones, inventing games for the older ones. Could you just let me in? I have a surprise for him.
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