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Mr. She tied the obi clumsily about her waist, then gently laid her hand on the bowed head. ‘But I ain’t been idle, miss, I swear it. “Dinner is served, m’m,” said the efficient parlor-maid in the archway, and the worst was over. We were to ransom you, then we would fake your death, play as if the kidnappers had executed you.
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