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He now understood her interest in Taber, as he called himself: habit, a twice-told tale. We can love on a snow cornice, we can love over a pail of whitewash. Why? Because Howard Spurlock the author dared not risk the liberty of Howard Spurlock the malefactor; because there were still some dregs in this cup of irony. She then opened Lucy’s meager closet and plucked out a pair of heeled boots usually reserved for weddings and funerals. You’re a piss-poor liar, John. ’ ‘Then leave me to guard myself, and do not ask me questions any more,’ she snapped, and crouched down suddenly, searching about for her dagger.
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