Andrews stood in the doorway with his mouth agape, an expression unfamiliar to his face. He could hardly be blamed when before him was the image of a once familiar tableau. Then he realized, with hardly less wonder, that it was not the ghost of his former mistress talking with His Grace, but her daughter.
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You're such a tease. Only giving us exactly 55 words. I guess I'm to blame, huh? :)
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