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She bolted awake in the large bed which was awash in a sea of silks, furs, and red curtains. After that consolations fled. She gained her room, and slammed her door and locked it as though she feared violence and pursuit. It was Annabel who caught at the paper. Epithalamy might do. Leonardo he was my—’ ‘Don’t say it,’ Gerald cut in hoarsely.
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