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On a small shelf near the foot of the bed stood a couple of empty phials, a cracked ewer and basin, a brown jug without a handle, a small tin coffee-pot without a spout, a saucer of rouge, a fragment of looking-glass, and a flask, labelled "Rosa Solis. Wild," implored the turnkeys. I would not have him know—now—for the world. Lucy could sense her mental resolution to nip Michelle’s burgeoning obsession with the occult in the bud. Pitt?" "Certainly, Sir James, certainly," replied the governor.

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