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I was born of one Suzanne Valade and an Englishman, Nicholas Charvill. ‘In the bookroom, sir,’ answered the man, his eyes round as they took in the furious beauty at the visitor’s side. Ruth's mind was fertile soil; for a long time to come it would be something of a hothouse: green things would spring up and blossom overnight. The horror of those few minutes was still with her.
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