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Every time he left a room, she chastised herself bitterly for her own profound weakness. ‘Don’t, miss,’ uttered the boy. Dizzily, she grabbed at the mantel for support and, resting her head on her hands, paid no heed to a betraying sound behind her—until an unexpected arm encircled her. You are afraid—that here in London—I shall not be a success.
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