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A check arrives in Batavia every three months. A young lad—Roding took him for a footman, or a groom by the neat black garb—was halted some paces away from Valade, his hat in his hand as he made pretence of fanning himself. It is Thérèse. ’ ‘Now that’s where you’re wrong. The same pale white buttocks, the same freckles in the same unchanging patterns on her collarbone that all of her mother’s potions had never been able to erase. ” He repeated several times that he would trust her, though it remained obscure just exactly where the trust came in. E. He embraced her, kissing her cheek, then her neck.
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