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And they can't all affordcountry cottages,' he added heavily. in a minute, Octaviathought; he suddenly seemed quite unlike the smooth,rather controlled creature she had imagined, was more likea small boy. She said she--' He stopped. e port for tomorrow's dinner party?''No,' said Octavia, and tears suddenly stung at the backof her eyes.
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