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... ll cold and chilly wind brushed the master’s face due to the fast-running horse, Reynard paid no heed. Neither the high and beautiful buildings with long traditions, nor the splendid sights of the capital, nor the busy passing citizens could capture Reynard’s gaze. They just passed by and disappeared indifferently.
As soon as he arrived at Lution House, Reynard habitually left the horse with a servant and asked the butler about his husband’s whereabouts. Powell, whose hand was rejected w ...
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