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‘Indeed?’ Gerald said politely. ‘A word, if you please, my friend. She ran her gaze over him, and allowed her eyelashes to flutter down. She would come back and write letters, carefully planned and written letters, or read some book she had fetched from Mudie’s—she had invested a half-guinea with Mudie’s—or sit over her fire and think. In short, more preparations were made than if a state criminal was about to be executed. ’ ‘I am afraid that there is,’ Gerald told her evenly. He was sipping a glass of cold gin and water, and smoking a short black pipe. Oh! my dear, dear son, be warned in time.
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