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” She felt humiliated. I can wield a quarterstaff as well as a prize-fighter, and have beaten Figg himself at the broadsword. Five hours later she tiptoed down the hall and paused at the threshold of what they now called his study. ‘Lord,’ Gerald uttered, his inexplicable annoyance evaporating. " "Where's Mr.
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