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3. ‘Parbleu,’ said Gerald. Suddenly she felt her wrist grasped by a strong hand. It was astonishing how seldom it was that his instincts betrayed him. She stared at him. She laughed a little bitterly. My foster mother, Sheila, insists that I go to St.
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