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"What did you say?" Nicolai asked as he looked at the swaying woman.
Most of the brandy in the bottle had been drowned, and Mrs Harlow was now finishing the last bit of the drink that was still left in the bottle. Upon hearing his question she let out barking laughter.
"I knew that girl would not have told you the truth," Mrs Harlow sniggered as if she had finally gotten the hold of her enemy's weakness. Her eyes were filled with malicious vindictiveness. "That girl is a demon. When she was young, a poor boy made the mistake of confessing his affection to her."
"However, that girl not only did she refuse that boy, she even kicked him down a flight of stairs just because he said a few words," Mrs Harlow continued. Every word of her was laced with malice. "It was bad enough that she did such a thing. I was ashamed to believe that she was my daughter."
