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The small grey feathers of her exquisitely shaped fan waved gently backwards and forwards. He had reacted by pushing her away, disgust and frustration on his face. It was easy enough to lie to anyone else. Rummage, my boy, do. ‘Me, I am tout à fait stupide. She saw her mother, her pale face, a woman in a white robe, calling to her from a sun drenched balcony. He’d borne mention of the woman’s name.
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