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’ Gerald drew his breath in sharply as Lord Charvill took a step towards his granddaughter, thrusting out his head. “If my own mother was alive,” sobbed Ann Veronica, “she would understand. "Woman, your wits are fled!" And so it seemed; for all the answer she could make was to murmur distractedly, "I can't find the key. Gerald caught the look and slipped the weapon into his pocket. He was wary of her, which meant that perhaps they had found one or many of the bodies that she thought she had hidden so well. When next he asked for her, some twelve hours later, he was told that Mademoiselle had left. Her girl, Clarice, was ten and just as pretty as a silver bell. Every time he left a room, she chastised herself bitterly for her own profound weakness. She paused for a moment.
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