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Earles protested, seating himself before the desk, and dipping his pen in the ink. Listening on the dimlit landing, he saw Roding’s face muscles tighten. She slid her cheek down the tweed sleeve of his coat. Raymond Plote would only be missed by his mother. Our land brings us in nothing.
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