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‘As I have said, it was a quarrel between the vicomte and Monsieur Charvill. Moving back to the corner again, she ran a hand back over the leather-bound books—which, she realised, were not books at all. Ray Plote was most certainly feeling restless, what if he had left the house for the evening? She needed to eat. Then his tiny bow mouth opened into an adoring smile. Sheppard. ‘If you had met her, you’d understand.
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