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For she needed him. Didn’t I say that this whole business of your camping in Remenham House was the one aspect I could not puzzle out?’ ‘You are very clever, monsieur Gérard,’ she conceded, although Gerald was amused by the grudging note, ‘but in truth it is not yet my house. . “But who could have lent you money?” “I pawned my pearl necklace. “The Widgetts,” she said. ‘What in God’s name is going on?’ Glancing swiftly towards the doorway, Gerald saw his friend’s disbelieving face and burst out, speaking over the top of Melusine as she made another grab for the little square of linen. Monsieur could rely upon his special attention, and for the cooking—well, he had his customers, who came from their homes to him year after year. You have grown into my life, and I cannot tear you out. “John, don’t!” she cried. In rushed Mr.
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