Uncrowned (i, ii & iii)

PG Wodehouse version (ed pick)
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Well, what a hole. I dislike rustic lighting and the décor, really, management should know that bare stone is outre. I don't care for those stains on the flags or the crossed axe motif.

'Jeeves' I said, bending over the block, 'Are you sure my Aunt specifically approved this room?'

'Yes sir, apparently all the rage with certain classes.'
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and the others:

Barbara Cartland Version
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Heavy scented, sparse air fuelled a lone flambeaux; cast shadow puppets of old flames on her cell wall.

He breathed deeply, gorging himself on what was left.

'You have the night, use it wisely for contemplation'

Silk clad arms barely stirred an eddy to fan the lambent glow.

'Chin up' he leered.

'The headsman will not thank me for that'

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Merrvyn Peak version

Insidious change stalked this sealed chamber; a prescience of axefall punctated his sneer.

'We require no more of you, and yet, no less a part should display your turn of thought'

What moisture had been drained to desiccate his sallow cheek seemed to weep from grotto walls.

Stone tears glistened in low guttering rushlight, still none fell of my own.