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On a stool eight feet high sat a small boy in a faded blue cotton, his face like that of young Buddha. ” “A—marriage certificate!” Annabel gasped. He was not, it seemed, the proper stipendiary at all, and there had been some demur to his jurisdiction that had ruffled him. ‘Would you like me to enquire for your mystery lady, Gerald? I know the Comte and Comtesse de St Erme quite well.
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