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She produced a handkerchief, and with one sweep of this and a simultaneous gulp had abolished her fit of weeping. I picked up her handkerchief on the floor. Lucy saw it happen as if in slow motion. ‘Dieu du ciel, for what do you take me?’ ‘I don’t know,’ he threw at her.
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