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He lifted her from the floor. I can be a gentleman. He'll be brought out at this door, and may probably make some resistance. ‘How the deuce did she get out without me seeing her?’ ‘Took advantage of the distraction, cunning little devil,’ Gerald snapped, racing down the corridor. So, here he was, on the last lap of middle age, in China, having missed all the thrills in life except one—the war against Death. ‘Obsessed, that’s what you are. But for a long time, anyhow, we lovers have to be as if we were no more than friends. “You are a miracle! God spares few from the Pestilence. I've left mine on the spikes of the New Prison, and must borrow yours.
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