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’ Gerald shrugged. If only Gerald would come. Her cheeks burned for a moment or two when she reached the street, although she held her head upright and walked blithely, even humming to herself fragments of an old French song. For a time he would be the grim Protestant Flagellant, pursuing the idea of self-castigation. “I drink your very good health, Sir John and Lady Ferringhall,” he said, “and I wish you a pleasant journey back to England.
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