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The lace was family lace, easily recognizable. I shall barely be in time for the theatre. Art was everywhere, underfoot in the form of mosaics, overhead in the form of architecture. I’m okay. The lady, who was indeed stunning, Gerald suddenly realised, said never a word.
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