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When next he asked for her, some twelve hours later, he was told that Mademoiselle had left. Trodger laid down their muskets and turned on them. To disillusion her, forthwith. He caught the smirk. ‘Is there a resemblance?’ ‘This is Mary Remenham?’ ‘That is my late niece, yes. The decision had been sound. A sudden knock at the door startled her. “I came directly I was disengaged,” Anna answered.
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