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Lucy felt herself go very red in the cheeks and lowered her hand rather slowly. ’ Gerald shrugged. ’ ‘In a somewhat roundabout fashion, if you ask me,’ came in a mutter from her old nurse, very much in her usual style. Her brown curls were pulled tight in a severe chignon. This employment seemed to afford him the highest satisfaction; for a diabolical grin—it cannot be called a smile—played upon his face all the time he was engaged in it. I don’t know. behind the Laundromat. It was the same smell that she had in his memory, but now it was definite, palpable, like a perfume.
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