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“A perfectly gorgeous occasion,” Bess supplemented. Her anxiety somewhat allayed for the moment, Mrs. Mifsud roused herself for the entertainment of her guests. “All this turnin’ is good for the liver too you know,” she continued, as her son’s vinegary expression remained unaltered..
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