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She finished her breakfast and strolled out across the garden with the letters still
in her hand. The same old lines and verses, over and over, until there had come times
when shrieking would have relieved her. ‘I find you excessively rude. Cursing under his breath,
Gerald moved swiftly across and dragged her away. "But trifle with mo no
longer. The thing is done. The Wastrel—as we call him—cannot play when he's
sober; hands too shaky. Always. Did he see him, this Monsieur
Charvill?’
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