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So, bloody but unbeaten, weak and spent but undaunted, he waited for the Wastrel to spring up. Wrenching his hands from her shoulders, she thrust them away and leapt up from the chair. “Oh, Veronica!” she said, “to leave your home!” She had been weeping. He was dressed immaculately in a suit of heavy Shantung silk.
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