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Remember ——” Annabel clutched her sister’s arm. Nor, he would wager, had the heroic Monsieur Valade, who had rescued her from that life and brought her to England, taught her in that short time all that Gerald was certain she knew of men. In the centre of the upper gallery was a spacious saloon, appropriated to the governors of the asylum. He could lose himself for hours at a time. He could not contain his satisfaction, but chuckled, and rubbed his hands with delight. The colouring was green and white, with softly shaded electric lights, an alcove bedstead, which was a miracle of daintiness, white furniture, and a long low dressing-table littered all over with a multitude of daintily fashioned toilet appliances. ‘Never.
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