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A delicate flush of colour streamed into her cheeks. ‘Truth is, it’s Gerald who’s put me in the devil’s own temper, ma’am. ‘Comment? You have then met this Suzanne?’ The woman turned a deep red. There were always parrots and parrakeets screaming in the fruit groves.
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