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The lamp was not yet lit, and in the dim light he bent forward as though trying to look into her averted face. I am a single man, and——” “Thank you,” she interrupted. ’ ‘Lord, yes,’ agreed Gerald, in mock horror. The fanatic has no such word in his vocabulary. “You are making your dress?” “Such as it is. Does HE know I keep you?. I couldn’t rest or eat or sleep. The Wastrel—as we call him—cannot play when he's sober; hands too shaky. Wild on his guard against an assassin.
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