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... he man’s shoulders sagged with exhaustion. The room smelled of beeswax, leather bindings, and a faint trace of pipe smoke; moonlight cut pale bars across the flagstones. At last the viceroy sank into a carved chair and began to ask questions.
"So she locked them up?" he asked.
"Yes, sir," the aide answered at once. "It appears they will not travel together. Shall we continue sending information to the French?"
The viceroy fixed him with a look that could kill. "Are you an ...
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