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“Don’t you understand? It is I whom you cared for in
Paris, not Anna. ’
He had abandoned the “sir”, Gerald noted, realising that the footman’s respect
for him had dropped sharply. ’
Triumph soared in Gerald’s chest. It was very much like a
real house, with one central stalagmite that looked like a
column and a waterfall that served when she wanted to
bathe. That’s my opinion, if you ask me. It's a long time since we met, eight years and
more. Her head
dangled unnaturally for an instant, unleashed from its
moorings, then sank to join her husband’s on the floor. Gwen made an inquiry, and, directed by Mrs.
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