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Just as Hogarth got to the door, the turnkey stopped him. It was not for a week or a month. She hated it, she hated the mission-house; she hated the sleek lagoon, the palms, the burning sky. The houses they flitted to and from were glutted with hangers-on, servant/mistresses, and errant prostitutes. Foolish compliments were tossed about like confetti. Like a nightmare memory that returned again and again to haunt her. Spurling bit her lips to conceal her mirth. Either Sydney or Mr.
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