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’ Gerald drew his breath in sharply as Lord Charvill took a step towards his granddaughter, thrusting out his head. Miss Stanley walked round the garden thinking, and presently house and garden reverberated to Ann Veronica’s slamming of the front door. Wood. She put a hand to the lad’s cold cheek and choked on a sob. But I will not believe you. You said that it would bring trouble. "Bess wouldn't bear a rival. Brendon. ” Then it was her father issued his ultimatum.
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