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’ ‘But he gives them to me. ‘Would it so? What sort of a girl is she, then?’ ‘She’s a consummate devil,’ Gerald declared roundly. He glanced at Ruth (who had stood with her back to the wall, pinned there throughout the contest by terror and the knowledge of her own helplessness), then at the bronze menace, and calculated correctly that this particular adventure was finished. There was a pause, while the steel grey eyes sliced at her. ‘Moreover, no one will believe any more that Yolande is me when they see this. That is not reasonable. The problem had returned, made gigantic by the possibility of Ruth's love. Then he understood. One who—who—tres.
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