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It is I who took the burden of your misdeeds upon my shoulders that you might become Lady Ferringhall. But I can give it its name now. But she did not talk readily, and in order to say something she plunged a little, and felt she plunged. She sat herself upon the bed. ‘Dolt! Muttonheaded oaf! Why the deuce couldn’t he have sent you home?’ Valade cut in at that. This time she feinted as his point came up to deflect her own, and disengaging, passed under and cut at his cheek.
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