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The house was full of aunts, uncles, and cousins meandering about, stuffed until their seams and zippers were bursting. The features were indistinct, but was that not a halo of white about it? And the dark shadow below, was that a cloak, or the habit of a nun? Skirting the dancing, from which he had taken a breather—not from lack of energy, but to escape the inanities of the young ladies he had partnered—Gerald made his way to a side door in the saloon and opened it. Like the parrot, she could memorize the lines, but she could not understand them. Abruptly, Gerald turned. Briefly, with a careless wave towards the couple, the comtesse presented them as Monsieur and Madame Valade. ” He was arrested for a moment by an indistinct picture of Veronica reading this last sentence.
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