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So you are Prudence Remenham. " "So far you are correct," observed Trenchard; "still, this is no secret. The man was my husband. ” She looked down at the flowers, still in shock, and gently laid them over her arm like a Miss America candidate practicing a crowning ceremony at a pajama party. “If I cut her neck, you’ll never get the stains out of your fancy car. She was to be handed over with her dowry of three thousand Florins, plus her pet bird, six chickens, her mother’s fine linens, a small book of poetry.

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