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’ He frowned again. "I was afraid it would be so. Five minutes ago, his butler had entered the green saloon, an austere apartment, with dark forest-green wallpaper flocked with a swirling design, and heavy mahogany furniture. The real tragedy—which he sensed and toward which he was always reaching—eluded all his verbal skill. Sheppard, passing her hand across her brow; "but my memory is gone—quite gone. He brought home her first “meal”, a man who he 77 claimed was a highwayman who had raped several women and was destined for the hangman’s noose. He would take her with great force.
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