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THE HOUSE OF INTRIGUE
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ing only one eye, at the time, I had no way of knowing when Clarissa Rhinelander Bartlett walked majestically into the room and found my empty little head on the shoulder of her quite unabashed guardian-at-law. And I felt sorry for her. For she had lost her Hero-Man and I had found mine.
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