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"I have! How dare you say such a thing? Lady Meg knew that I was in love with Isabella." Judith, who was studying under the lamp at the center table with her fingers screwed into her ears and her mouth twisted intently in pursuit of knowledge, came abruptly back to life. They followed the general exodus upstairs, feeling more and more at home with every step..
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