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“And this was my mother’s chamber – ‘s yours now,” Lot said, leaning in to push the door all the way open and stepping back to let his new bride go in alone, “Tell me what you want to change – or the steward, if you’d rather, which you might, bein’ as how they’re your staff now…”
- Mood:
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"Fire's made up," he says, "Need tea?"