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Her softly intertwined fingers became rigid. ’ ‘And your precious vicomte didn’t wish for the English one,’ said Charvill, acid in his voice. “He just wants to get laid, you know. "You are my prisoner. She was in one of her old walking-dresses, her hair was done in an unfamiliar manner, she wore a wedding-ring, and she looked as if she had been crying.
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