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And von Wultendorf is dead. As Karl went to the door with her she whispered, I still don't trust Pierre. Get yourself to bed, m'dear, he said with a sort of affectionate irritation. Is this what's making her ill? Guilt racked her, but she could do nothing to help—except to give up Karl.

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