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’ Gerald drew his breath in sharply as Lord Charvill took a step towards his granddaughter, thrusting out his head. They had been playing tennis, with his manifest intention looming over her. He turned the water off and handed her a towel. “John, don’t!” she cried. I do not even know his name. It filled her with indefinable fear.
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