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On the floor was a handkerchief, a little morsel of lace. There were two sisters, you know. Farewell. “Why not?” “Because you are mine. It was as if Grace-church Street, with all its shops, its magazines, and ceaseless throng of passengers, were stretched from the Middlesex to the Surrey shore. “I wouldn’t. Both had lived rather quietly until a scandal had opened up a can of worms for the son, allegations of child abduction, reported sightings of a white van around nearby elementary schools. Remember! not a word!" So saying, he huddled the mantle over Wood's shoulders, dashed the lantern to the ground, and extinguished the light. It was her foster brother Mike, on his way to the bathroom.
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