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” Brendon leaned over confidentially. ’ ‘And your precious vicomte didn’t wish for the English one,’ said Charvill, acid in his voice. ‘Now then, girl. Give him his medicine every half hour. He will be some time in this comatose state. ‘You make me talk, you make me talk. The bleach had ruined it, with yellow-orange streaks invading the frizzy white that cascaded in wavy tendrils coated with greasy hairspray.
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