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” “I suppose,” said Constance, stencilling away at bright pink petals, “it’s our lot. Inside was the blue stone she had lost in the 1800’s. ‘Jacques,’ she said, turning to the lad, and holding the habit out, ‘take this for me and leave it in the passage where we have left the lantern. ” “I say, you know, you have some pluck.
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