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“Oh, dear,” sighed the matron as she looked Elizabeth up and down. Robin held her breath as she and Dean stood in the doorway to the castle. She glanced over at Elizabeth, who looked more curious than frightened at the moment. Dean was putting on his best “bluff ’em out” look. “The seventeenth-century group is …