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“Look here,” he cried out of a silence, with a sudden flash of understanding, “did you mean to throw me over when you came out with me this afternoon?” Ann Veronica hesitated, and with a startled mind realized the truth. ‘On the contrary,’ Gerald argued, frowning. Not daring, however, to listen to it, he ran on. “Why not?” “Because you are mine. Sir Montacute had three children—two daughters and yourself. You can’t go. To-morrow I am going to Paris. " The tone was neutral.
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