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“
Somewhere
in
here
.
”
“
No
.
”
The
word
rang
flat
and
final
,
telling
her
she
could
use
trickery
to
persuade
,
but
open
argument
was
useless
.
Still
,
she
had
to
try
,
even
if
the
gesture
served
only
to
remind
herself
that
she
would
not
trick
him
.
“
My
Lord
,
”
she
said
,
“
if
you
’
d
only
.
.
.
.
”
“
The
answer
remains
no
.
I
indulge
you
shamefully
in
most
things
,
not
in
this
.
I
’
ve
just
come
from
the
dining
hall
where
there
are
—
”
“
My
Lord
!
Please
.
”
“
The
choice
is
between
your
digestion
and
my
ancestral
dignity
,
my
dear
,
”
he
said
.
“
They
will
hang
in
the
dining
hall
.
”
She
sighed
.
“
Yes
,
my
Lord
.
”
“
You
may
resume
your
custom
of
dining
in
your
rooms
whenever
possible
.
I
shall
expect
you
at
your
proper
position
only
on
formal
occasions
.
”
“
Thank
you
,
my
Lord
.
”
