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Cathy appeared in her bathrobe. So often as she had herself manipulated a dagger, she could not mistake the shape that pressured across her chest, or the sharp point that dug below her bosom. “No,” she said, under her breath, “you can’t face it. ’ ‘Unless it is Captain Roding,’ put in Lucilla Froxfield from the curved back sofa on the other side of the fireplace. Or I should have made love to you long ago. ‘You speak as if you expected to meet her again, Gerald.
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