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The woman I wanted was another man's wife. ’ Gerald ignored this. “Mr. Mr. Then he paused. Monsieur could rely upon his special attention, and for the cooking—well, he had his customers, who came from their homes to him year after year. Her eyes where glassy and shining. That bruise will answer the same purpose.
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