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The Press Room, to which Blueskin was conveyed on his arrival at the jail, was a small square chamber, walled and paved with stone. She didn’t know anything more about your mom. Prudence shook her head. She had asked about that already, and her father had replied, evasively: “We’ll have to see about that, little Vee; we’ll have to see about that. The important secret remained locked in my breast, but I resolved to be avenged. . . \" She tried not to stare at Shari who had resumed 11 sipping the drugged cocoa. She swallowed hard.
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