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They thought that she was her own mother. ’ ‘What, Madame Valade?’ demanded Gerald. See what you have made of me. She was a small blonde, not handsome, but with a flair for fashion demonstrated by her elegant chemise gown in the very latest Canterbury muslin, with its low décolletage barely concealed under a fine lawn handkerchief set about her shoulders, and decorated with a mauve satin sash at the waist. ” She gestured to an abandoned farmhouse down a long stretch of icy dirt road. “Dear friend,” she said, “this is a matter which you must leave to me to do as I think best.
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