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‘Fiddle, Gerald. Had it not been for the Plague, she might have had her own babies. And I have made such arrangements that at my decease tardy justice will be done my injured nephew. ‘Do not think—’ he panted, ‘that I am finished—with you, mademoiselle. ” Annabel leaned back in her chair and laughed till the tears stood in her eyes.
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