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” “You may be sure of the one,” she murmured. "There," cried Jackson, closing the book and rising, "that'll do. No one will ever love you as I love you now. I was born of one Suzanne Valade and an Englishman, Nicholas Charvill. Was that it? Had she clothed this unhappy young man with glamour? Or was it because he was so alone? She could not get through the husks to the kernel of what really actuated her. ‘Gérard, you are a great fool. “Not much,” he answered, “and yet about all there is to be known, I fancy. Her faith in human beings revived. ” “I don’t believe it,” he answered hoarsely.
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