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| rdfs:comment | - From: [[]] Perhaps you could share some invented confidences of your own, and hope it prompts a confession from them. It might backfire if they don't believe you. [Find the rest of the story at ]
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| Success title | - 'No. No, we were not always as you see us, either...'
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| Failure title | - Perhaps you shouldn't actually have offered to show them your scars
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| Failure description | - 'How dreadful,' the Curate's Enigmatic Sister says flatly. There is an awkward silence. You leave before the situation can deteriorate further.
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| From Card/Storylet title | - Delve into the secrets of the Curate and his sister...
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| Rare Success description | - They've led a complicated life. Missionary work in the West Indies. [...] He adds, "Of course, that was before St Dunstan's—" and then stops short. She lays a warning hand on his arm. The conversation ends there. St Dunstan's? That's over in Spite.
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| Rare Success title | - "No. No, we were not always as you see us, either..."
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| Success description | - They've led a complicated life. Missionary work in the West Indies. An unfinished medical degree […] She inherited some sort of import-export business, but if you understand correctly, it all went wrong? Oh, and apparently she's his adopted sister.
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| Description | - Perhaps you could share some invented confidences of your own, and hope it prompts a confession from them. It might backfire if they don't believe you.
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| abstract | - From: [[]] Perhaps you could share some invented confidences of your own, and hope it prompts a confession from them. It might backfire if they don't believe you. [Find the rest of the story at ]
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