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The girl’s gaze met his in interested inquiry. ” “I hope that you may,” Anna answered enigmatically. It was an oldfashioned peasant blouse, white, square necked, and trimmed with lace. ” They left the restaurant just as the rain slowed to a dull trickle, the fury of the storm exhausted, having left mirror puddles in its wake. “You’re not a virgin, are you?” It was as much an accusation as a question. “In Paris. You are a girl with very little. You will not find me unreasonable with you. She is my only family. With something near to horror they found themselves thus confronted.
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