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’ He called through the library door. ‘Grace à vous, I am compelled to rescue myself. The recollection of the forlorn and loveless years—stirred into consciousness by the unexpected confrontation—bent her as the high wind bends the water-reed. And she would have rushed to him, if she had not been forcibly withheld by her son.
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