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He flung himself backwards, hit the dais and fell heavily before the altar, losing his low-crowned beaver. ‘Ain’t enough as my bed is took, my sheets all bloodied, and my gin took for to waste on that fellow’s wound. The open books she knew by heart; aye, they had been ground into her, morning and night. ’ ‘Just what I thought, miss.
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