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Winifred, accordingly, left the room, and a servant being despatched to the nearest tavern, soon afterwards returned with a crown bowl of the ambrosian fluid. “I wish,” she said, “that you would leave off looking at me as though I were something grisly. She could feel his eyes surreptiously scanning her backside. “What’s wrong with having witchcraft books? Is she afraid that the Princeton Hill villagers will burn you at stake?” Lucy asked sarcastically. ’ Abruptly, the niggling doubt that had been plaguing Lord Charvill came sweeping to the surface. But she did not know what he knew, that it would always be rolling up, enlivened by suggestion, no matter how trifling. But now it’s beads by the cask—like the hold of a West African trader. It was my destiny to have her.
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