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He needed to laugh, but only she laughed as he chuckled weakly. “I don’t understand. She directed him to an old part of the highway, a featureless stretch of old farmhouses capped in snow, with the occasional working silo. I slaved over it, contacted half a dozen genealogy groups and came up with zilch. After he had endured this torture for an hour, at a sign from Wild another hundred weight was added. From the first of these alighted Thames, or, as he must now be styled, the Marquis de Chatillon. How did you get your luggage out of the house? Wasn’t it—wasn’t it rather in some respects—rather a lark? It’s one of my regrets for my lost youth.
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