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There was something about the way he said her name; slowly, letting each syllable lilt off his tongue and lips. It sounded so sweet and charming in his rich voice, touched slightly by a York brogue. And strangely, she had never noticed, until this past week, how nice it sounded, "Nymph-a-dora". Somehow, when he said Nymphadora, it sounded less like a fairy on crack and more like a name belonging to an ancient queen.