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” She played with her hair. ‘Oh, mon dieu. He said daring things with a grace which made them irresistible, his eyes flashed back upon her some eloquent but silent appreciation of the change in her manner towards him. It fell with a clatter to the floor. And this great mellow place, this London, now was hers, to struggle with, to go where she pleased in, to overcome and live in. I can no longer bear to address you by that formal madame. ” “But Hainault—was—a pal.
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