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But it must have been something that could show her to be Mary’s daughter. ‘She ought to be. ‘You’re as mad as she is, Gerald. ’ A sudden clatter of booted feet sounded in the hall beyond. I know you’re young but I think I, no, I know that I love you. There were no doors in the bungalow; instead, there were curtains of strung bead and bamboo, always tinkling mysteriously. She kept her eyes closed.
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