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“You know," she said, carefully. "I think Stanhope deserved what he got." Isabel grimaced uncomfortably. "To be humiliated so publicly. I don't know. I never wished him ill." "You didn't have to," Sam said smugly. "You have a sister for that.”

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An Agreement with the Soldier

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