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She sat on the edge of the bed overwhelmed, the roses cradled in her arms. Her cheeks were the colour of chalk, her eyes were filled with terror. The back of the house had been the Alps for climbing, and the shrubs in front of it a Terai. She went to her room and changed the loose morning gown in which she had lunched for a dark walking dress. ‘On the contrary,’ Gerald argued, frowning. CHAPTER XXIII.
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