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Chapter 11
Chapter 11 JOHANNA WOKE UP, her heart thudding. It was dark in the room. Pale moonlight slanted in through the window, silvering the cabinet with the water jug and the bedpan. Johanna lay back on the pillow, waiting for her breath to calm, wondering what it was that had woken her and given her such a fright. She remembered leaving Francina’s room in the servants’ corridor quite late. Upstairs, it looked like the raucous drinking party had continued as if Celine’s ghost had never been there. Clearly the two young guards had been unsuccessful at putting a stop to it. She had peeked into the room, but the stench of liquor and vomit had been even stronger than before, and she had simply decided to go to bed alone. There had been a dream, she remembered vaguely. Something in which the gnar
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