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‘Read that,’ and threw the telegram at me, so that it went into the tureen. "Heaven be praised she knows me at last. ‘What mischief?’ ‘I don’t know, but I’ll go bail you’re at something. She looked more than her sixty odd years, in spite of a still lush head of black hair, streaked with a little grey, which was visible under her cap and of immediate interest to Gerald. Sir John was not used to such glances, and he liked them. It’s a sort of home-leaving instinct. “Yes, I have heard of him, and I know him by sight,” he admitted. She had told him, point blank, that since the Church had neither annulled the first marriage nor sanctified the second one, she was not his wife. .
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