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O'Higgins struck a match and lit his Henry Clay, thereby drawing upon himself the mutual disapproval of the spinsters. She stared down at them from a high window, peering down at their moonlit faces in the bed heavy with furs, the same bed where she had given birth to Gianfrancesco’s dead son. To lose was death, quickly and mercilessly delivered. ‘Eh bien?’ ‘You are perfectly right, Melusine. This was number 13, Montague Street, familiarly spoken of in the neighbourhood as “White’s.

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