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She had never been able to discover where her father had hidden his shaving mirror. " He summoned another "boy" and rumbled some Cantonese. "Did you write it?" "No. But he could only utter an inarticulate exclamation. As Jack departed, a dark figure, emerging from behind a wall, rushed after him. Michelle's home was one of the smaller palaces, made solidly of red brick with charming black shutters and window boxes full of drooping violets. But this was a vicomte’s sister. Instead, he could not get beyond these minor details—why she wore the dress, whence she had come, and whither she was bound.
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