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conversations.value:  "But she had her own struggles, her own pain…” She bit her lip so hard it bled. “Lene admitted her guilt. She accepted her punishment. Please speak no more of it. I still think her dear to me.” Despite Lene’s betrayal, Claire sympathized with her.
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conversations.value:  "Aristocrats are born to rule," Dole shot back icily. "Kindness, personal sentiment—these are impediments to your obligation."
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conversations.value:  "I am not being sentimental!"
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conversations.value:  "Then why defend a servant who betrayed you? What do you think would happen if another aristocrat heard you speak that way?"
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conversations.value:  "Th-that…!” Claire trailed off.
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conversations.value:  "Claire, I pray you do not disappoint me."
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conversations.value:  "Yes…" Claire’s voice was quiet, defeated.
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conversations.value:  Claire glanced over at me briefly. I was holding her hand in a way that Dole couldn’t see. I squeezed it gently, and she squeezed back harder. Her hand was warm. I hoped I was conveying warmth back to her too. We couldn’t say it out loud, but I wanted to believe there was something between us that we could both understand without words.
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