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” But now she doubted again of the quality of the armistice they had just made. Automatically, she glanced at the slight red graze left on her neck that marked the point where Gerald’s sword had nicked her. Fortescue rambled round the garden with soft, propitiatory steps, the Corinthian nose upraised and his hands behind his back, pausing to look long and hard at the fruit-trees against the wall. Your disobedience be upon your own head.
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