lost everything.“

    And top it, “Oh, Emmeline!”

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    e ion, tory tigs, and my excitement  th fear.

    ‘rying not to let my perturbed feelings show in my voice.

    ‘the Banbury herald.“

    I nodded, made a note in my pad and flipped the cover closed.

    ‘Alt kind t I can show you now.“

    I raised an eyebrow.

    ‘Come nearer.“

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    But t. tself.

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    t it no t at time, in ted and painful act of revealment, it y, and it disturbed me by t and unreadable language.

    A sudden vertigo took hold of me and I reached behind me for my air.