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’ Mrs Sindlesham sighed deeply. But she did not believe he would do that. ‘Jacques?’ she called. And I’m afraid. ’ He did as she bid him, and was very soon rewarded by the discovery of an oval miniature, encased in gold. But what a monster was this Emile. ‘Who’s this, then? Not soldiers again. She had had to do away with many a leering foster father since she had started frequenting foster homes in the middle of the century. It was wonderful. The great gray boles of the palms reminded him of some fabulous Grecian temple. Her hair was of the darkest brown, and finest texture; and, when unloosed, hung down to her heels.
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