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He was caressing an idea. ‘Exactement. He climbed on top of her, pressing her into the couch cushions, the gown billowing around them like a cotton candy parachute. “Come,” she said. You used to beg me for hours at a time to give it all up, never to go near the ‘Ambassador’s’ again. ‘Could she have been a spy, after all?’ ‘Oh, she’s not a spy,’ Gerald answered, almost absently.
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