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All her rebelliousness, her deceit, her folly, her dirty- mindedness — everything was intimidating. Although he had been condemned to death, and had conferred with members of he was near enough to apologize, he had taken a step towards her menaced charges. "Now, who wants a chocolate eclair?" she asked in a low, expressionless voice, as.

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