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“It was poison—why not?” she answered. ‘The man’s gone,’ her old nurse told her, when she had recovered a little. She had never even brought a friend home in her time at the Becks, let alone been asked on dates. It having been stated that it was wholly impossible he could have removed his irons in the way he represented, he offered, if his handcuffs were replaced, to take them off in the presence of the court. They walked across a moat of pea gravel that crunched like noisy cereal under their feet. Priests and princes sought his knowledge of languages and philosophy and wantonly tried to throw themselves into his bed. He talked very little and rather absently. The grate was full of fluttering ashes of burnt paper, and the easy chair near the fire had evidently been used.
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