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‘Oh, Marthe,’ she groaned, using in her accustomed way the French version of her nurse’s name, ‘that pig is going to monsieur le baron. " "Take it back yourself," retorted Jack, sullenly. She was retuning, fifths spilling from the sliver of light underneath the door like milk. “I think—we all think that she is wonderful. She carried herself well, whereas her brother slouched, and there was a certain aristocratic dignity about her that she had acquired through her long engagement to a curate of family, a scion of the Wiltshire Edmondshaws. He grunted a little with effort, and she realised the gilt frame must be heavy.
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