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He was a Wiltshire Edmondshaw, a very old family. She would be enduing this chap with attributes he did not possess, clothing him in fictional ruffles. She was unusually soft and gentle in her manner to him. ‘What?’ Roding snapped, coming quickly to tower above the window seat. “If my own mother was alive,” sobbed Ann Veronica, “she would understand.
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