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\"Yep. On a stool eight feet high sat a small boy in a faded blue cotton, his face like that of young Buddha. Besides, he might hear things. ‘Is she the Frenchie we’ve been watching for then, sir?’ The lady’s furious features turned on this new target. Michelle tossed her hair like a young colt flicking its tail. ‘But you said—’ Gerald tutted. . But, urged by his wife's cries, who was more anxious for the preservation of her child's life than her own, he snatched up the infant, and made his escape from the back of the premises. The gardens were tidy and geometric, each avenue with a different purpose: flowers for cutting, herbs, brightly colored vegetables. “They ought to have been lopped in the spring. “I will tell you when to stop. They must be for your father. He was confounded by the presence in which he found himself.
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