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’ While he trod a deliberate path through the pink saloon towards the door, Gerald encouraged a flow of harmless chatter about the people Madame had met and the parties she had attended. The door opened, and a slightly overweight pretty blonde, an older, wiser version of Michelle, came into view. He was keen to get to work, but the inspiration would not come. This—’ waving an imperious hand in a sweeping arc about the library ‘—is my house. As soon as he was gone, the two women divested themselves of their hoods and cloaks, and threw them, as if inadvertently, into the farthest part of the angle in the wall.
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