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‘Would you like me to enquire for your mystery lady, Gerald? I know the Comte and Comtesse de St Erme quite well. ‘No, no, I am convinced your very first theory was right. I wonder if I should have locked you up if I’d been your father. She helped herself to the remainder of the slightly congealed bacon, and reverted to the problem of getting her luggage out of the house. The air was sharp and bracing, and the leaves which had taken their autumnal tints were falling from the trees. Even though I knew you’d no one else to care. She was as fair as the lily of the lotus. " "I see. I mean I’m not a good specimen of a woman. "I hope not. Faintly bothered by what it might mean, Gerald rose from his seat and crossed to the tray to pour himself a glass of wine. The same teardrop bust, the same long waist, the same thick legs. At least, he would always be able to take care of Ruth.
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