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He flung himself backwards, hit the dais and fell heavily before the altar, losing his low-crowned beaver. It had thrust her back with an undignified scuffle, with vulgar comedy, with an unendurable, scornful grin. ‘But―but how can he know?’ His soldier’s instinct overtook Gerald and he dropped all his insouciance in a bang, becoming brisk. And most of the others she had met had, she felt, the same steadfastness.
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