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Jane was a smoldering auburn-haired Irish beauty who seldom spoke to anyone. Is this a reason?’ ‘Not good enough? Now I had every hope that it would appeal to you. Lord, but it was a nun! Just as he had suspected. She breathed deeply of the starch of his shirt. “Oh, Veronica!” she said, “to leave your home!” She had been weeping. Please to let me go there. Admire her as much as you choose—at a distance. Spurlock (himself verging upon the hysterical) welcomed the diversion. “For my own part I have come fully now into my inheritance. . ’ ‘He did, you know,’ grinned Gerald. So do please believe that in this matter I am acting for the best.
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