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"Stir a foot, at your peril. Their future would be glorious; he saw it in their eyes; he saw it in the beauty of their young heads. Lord Charvill champed upon an invisible bit for a moment or two, closing the gap between himself and the girl, and muttering the name to himself in an overwrought sort of way. It was the beginning of June. “I was very foolish to have been deceived even for a moment. Women are hypocrites to the last—true only to themselves. ‘She means thanks to you, General,’ Gerald translated automatically, forgetful of his old commander’s fiery temper.
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