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She could not judge its direction, and began to move swiftly along the bookshelves, her hand running behind her across the spines of the calfbound volumes. *** Madame la Comtesse de St Erme regarded the English major with a lacklustre eye, Gerald thought. Hastening along the passage he came to the sixth door. Close upon this came another thought. If we were to wait till a prig was rightfully nabbed, we might tarry till doomsday. Chapter Seven ‘Oh, my God,’ burst from Gerald. \" he replied, though it was obvious that he was lying. ’ ‘And your precious vicomte didn’t wish for the English one,’ said Charvill, acid in his voice.
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