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. Then she glanced at the cards again, over which her aunt’s many-ringed hand played, and then at the rather weak, rather plump face that surveyed its operations. White calls them. I understand nothing of what you say. ‘Adieu, imbecile,’ she threw at him gleefully. The day was so darkly overcast that she had to turn on the small white porcelain lamp that sat upon the makeup crowded vanity. ‘Is that why you allowed me in, ma’am?’ A dimple appeared in the faded cheek. ‘Aye, miss, like a shadow.
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