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The executioner shook his head. I am your husband, though as yet your hand has scarcely lain in mine. The smells of skewered fennel, roast chicken, and broiled pheasant saturated the air, and she could smell other wonderful aromas about them. “What are your objections?” she said. ‘I begin to ask myself why it is that I wish to become of these people. It was years before your time.
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