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Viner looked over Mr. Pawle's shoulder at the letters -- there were numbers of them, all neatly folded and arranged; a faint scent of dried flowers rose from them as the old lawyer spread them out on the desk.
"Which Countess of Ellingham, and which Lord Marketstoke? " asked Viner. "There have been -- must have been -- several during the last century."