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He was wrapped in a laced roquelaure, which he threw off on his entrance into the room. He walked with bent head. She sat on the edge of the bed —the wardress was too busy with the flood of arrivals that day to discover that she had it down—and her skin was shivering from the contact of these garments. “Even if he lives here you may go all your life and never come face to face with him again. ’ Gerald could not suppress a grin. Of all the entirely English women I know, you’re the only one with a French accent. ” “That’s rather a fine sort of holiday!” He made no answer for three or four seconds.
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