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‘That’s right. This was the worst summer that I ever had in my life, Europe and all, and I can’t tell you how many times I drove by that Violin Camp hoping to catch a look at you, praying that there wasn’t some horny violin guy waiting to ask you out. “My hand! This isn’t the place. ‘What do you mean?’ Gerald grinned. ‘A man who is false, who steals papers, who has a plot to take another’s name, who lies to the Mother Abbess and to me, and above all this—’ her voice near to breaking ‘—one who is French. They had not so far been of much personal interest to Gerald, but tonight was different.
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