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" O'Higgins produced his wallet. His scent was like sweet perfume in her state, like the sweet smell of infants. Don’t be frightened, dear. \" She whirled around by instinct, frightening the boy who she had borrowed the pencil from. She resolved to go into the City to Ramage and ask for his advice. Men had tried that before, but never until now had they been quick enough. \"The servants will hear you!\" \"I don't care! Why do you?” She cried. \" He commented heartily, wiping the sweat from his brow with his hand. ‘Where the devil have you been?’ ‘Consorting with a nun in the gardens. “Anna,” she moaned, “I am a jealous, ungrateful woman.
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