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It took all my self control not to let my hands wander. He had been formally adopted by the Becks at the age of twelve. Concealed among the trees that edged the estate grounds, the watchers paused. He stamped his last letter as Annabel entered. "Jack," said Wild, with a glance of malignant triumph, "I will now tell you what I have done. ‘I must see the lady who is my great-aunt. It would be protective; it would with age turn to silver unnoticeably. And behind— there was Paris, memories of amazing things, memories which made his cheeks burn and his heart beat quickly as he sat there waiting for her.
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