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“But if my manner tells! I cannot help it if that shows. ‘Dolt! Muttonheaded oaf! Why the deuce couldn’t he have sent you home?’ Valade cut in at that. ‘Well, I can see you won’t let it alone, so what do you propose to do about the wench?’ ‘I’ll die before I let it alone,’ Gerald vowed. The aunt rushed over to her nephew, knelt and wrapped him in her arms. The vestry door opened to the mews behind, and not to Golden Square. Marina gently passed the swaddled infant to his mother, who sat down on the bed proudly to nurse the baby, extracting a fat breast from her heavy gown. Wood's.
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