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Sudden indignation boiled up in him. β He examined the emerald in his hands and placed it carefully on the glass table. He did not know what her game was, although he had a shrewd suspicion that she had been co-opted into it by her supposed husband, the soi-disant Valade. β She replied with a rehearsed answer, βI was told that my real mother died the day I was born. βEn tout cas, it is not up at all, but down. I thought it was a mirror at the first, for it was so very like myself. His vision was becoming accustomed to the faint light now and her features were clearer. I am bound to admit that I greatly enjoy my altered life. The man was my husband.
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