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“There was a keg, hash, LSD, pot, you know, the usual. I must not let you go again. No one had lived here since old man Remenham had died some eighteen months ago, for the heir, so it was rumoured, was a relative with property of his own. His hair flew out from the sides of his head like black bats from a belfry, it was unruly and long. She had to wear cream and a brown sash and a short frock and her hair down, and Gwen cream and a brown sash and a long skirt and her hair up.
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