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Michelle walked towards the sloping Victorian stairs. His shouts for help were answered by roars of mockery and laughter. She had money of her own—much more than I have—and there was no need to squabble about that. With a little sigh of happiness she accepted this new thing. But this was not a season in which to be needlessly scrupulous. Nor, indeed, did she want to refuse. Her hair was held back in a filigreed barrette. No amount of scrubbing could remove the stains, the blood of an unknown man she had stolen from the scene of a car accident, a stupid drunk with no license who had wrapped his Chevy truck around a very large oak tree.
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