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He is the kind of man who would much prefer a little dust in his eyes. ‘Something for you, Lucy?’ he asked, interrupting a heated argument that had obviously been in progress for some little time before their arrival. The ink, contained in a grimy bottle unearthed in the outhouse, was old, and made blotches as soon as it touched the paper. " "You did not hear her when she spoke to her father; I did.
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