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She was ashamed of herself for the simple gladness she felt wash over her as the infant’s screams ended. Couldn’t fit it inside, but the horse’s blanket lay over it, and, like I said, as long as no one rides him and don’t remove the blanket, I think it’ll stay hid. Vitally, she had the letter that proved her identity as a Charvill: the one her father had written to the Abbess when he sent her to the convent. Small blame to her. I wanted the time with you. This roof is still open to you. A few more minutes, and she was safe. “I wrote it for you. Both Spurlock and McClintock stood by their chairs until she was gone.
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