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Sir John, who was standing outside, looked past him at the girl still sitting in the shadow. She gave her a wink when John had turned to ask Mark if Lucy could ride home with them. Ramage. They chatted pleasantly as he drove around the neighborhood for a half an hour, then stopped by the Diedermayer house. Suddenly she thrust her head out of the window. There wasn’t, I know, between myself and my father. From the first of these alighted Thames, or, as he must now be styled, the Marquis de Chatillon. ‘Aye, miss, like a shadow. And I want you for myself—for my wife.
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