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It is only with my accursed luck that Mr. Roger Collins, reliably as dense as a Welshman’s diction, suddenly becomes a master logician when it comes to associating my control over The Lad (now safely back in Collins Hall) in the pistol incident… in front of Angelique.

Bullet wound and all, perhaps Adam’s simple life and tabula rasa are things to be envied.

BC

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