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She shrugged her shoulders. ‘By traitors I am surrounded!’ ‘Stop talking utter twaddle,’ ordered Roding, marching up to the desk. It was the size of my palm. His glasses were gone. He grunted a little with effort, and she realised the gilt frame must be heavy.
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