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‘Hilary, thank God! Have you a pistol about you? Or better yet, your sword. For all her begging she had been given the choice to go
into the nunnery and “learn how to read scrolls with the
rest of God’s Spinsters” by her father, but had quickly
lost interest when presented with the idea of bearing
babies. ‘Oh, famous. Then she threw the volume away with a little impatient exclamation. Her time and
effort was justly rewarded, because the hard cold facts she
knew about neighborhood intrigues were better than
fictional soap operas. ‘Kill him? Oh. The subterranean level of the
Diedermayer house was fully bedecked with every luxury
known to mankind. When Jeremiah
admired the Compasses in the arms of the Carpenter's Company over the
chimney-piece, or the portraits of the two eminent masters of the rule and plane,
William Portington, and John Scott, Esquires, on either side of it, Solomon was
lost in wonder.
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