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From his wallet he brought forth a yellow letter. Couldn’t face me with what he’d done, the miserable blackguard. . “I”—he seemed to have a difficulty with the word—“I love you. By instinct. . Next instant, Gerald felt his wrist seized in an iron grip. “It’s a nice holiday.
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