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| an arm around her waist, and escorted her from her dreary hut. He had everything planned out so carefully, surely nothing would go awry. |

| He smiled slyly, hardly able to wait until the day came that Ashton Yorkno, in truth, Lawrence Proffittwould discover that he had a close neighbor, and who it was. . . . |

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