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She shuddered, adding confidentially, ‘You wouldn’t get me in there now, mind. Daughters were not like sons. ‘What am I looking for?’ ‘A miniature. ’ ‘Distract me? She nigh on gave me an apoplexy. The winters were bitter here, they could have just as easily been frozen off. It filled her with indefinable fear. Supposing the wire should break and her head tumble off her shoulders into the street? The whimsey caused another smile to ripple across her lips. ‘Perhaps she don’t understand English,’ suggested Roding. ‘As I have said, it was a quarrel between the vicomte and Monsieur Charvill. ‘Gerald had to change both shirt and breeches. The babies that the woman—your wife—refused to stop creating.
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