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“It spreads like wildfire. I'm not quite such a greenhorn as Shotbolt, Jack, whatever you may think. She looked up, and recognized Mr. He had seldom been more perturbed. She drew a breath, and sighed it out. His scent was like sweet perfume in her state, like the sweet smell of infants. Even the most sullen and withdrawn were sensitive to the penetrating nastiness of the fog. There is not a soul in the inn but ourselves.
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