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For a space he rode the whirligig. ‘Nothing would do for her but to come here,’ grumbled Hilary, wiping his heated brow with a pocket handkerchief dragged from his immaculate white uniform breeches. She calls him a pig, and she says he ain’t Valade. He took her fingers and lifted his eyes to hers.
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