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Did I Ever Tell You,’ Said Lymond Pausing On The Afterthought, On His Way To The Flap, ‘that That Aunt Of Mine Once Hatched An Egg?’ He Paused, Deep In Thought, And Walked Slowly To The Door Before Turning Again. His Lordship Of Aubigny, Staring After The Vanishing Form Of His Brother, Received The Full Splendour Of Lymond’s Smile. ‘it Was A Cuckoo,’ Said Francis Crawford Prosaically, And Followed Lennox Out.

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Did I Ever Tell

Dorothy Dunnett

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Did I Ever Tell You,’ Said Lymond Pausing On The Afterthought, On His Way To The Flap, ‘that That Aunt Of Mine Once Hatched An Egg?’ He Paused, Deep In Thought, And Walked Slowly To The Door Before Turning Again. His Lordship Of Aubigny, Staring After The Vanishing Form Of His Brother, Received The Full Splendour Of Lymond’s Smile. ‘it Was A Cuckoo,’ Said Francis Crawford Prosaically, And Followed Lennox Out.

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