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I sometimes laid away my father's clothes in his trunk. "Is your father alive?" "No," returned Thames; "he was assassinated while I was an infant. I’ve made an ally of her champion. Glad to get back, I’m sure,” he said briskly. The preparations to meet him were immense, roses were planted everywhere, white and drooping with honeyed fragrance. She was alone, and the mask of her unchanging high spirits was for the moment laid aside.
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