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She remained for a few moments standing as though listening to his retreating footsteps. His back was no sooner turned, than she slipped this casket into the box. I see that I am a beast—I beg your pardon, bête—and an imbecile, and an idiot. Perhaps it had been pick-pocketed or jostled from her dress in a hunt. Abruptly he gripped her wrist. She would end this sham with Manning. She was civil, but she was obviously impatient to know his errand. ‘You do not understand, Gérard.
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