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Stanley, “just a moment. A white house that she often found charming loomed gray and ashen, its gardens shorn for the coming winter. " "No. It keeps dangling in front of my eyes. “It can’t make any difference to you, and there are not half a dozen people in Paris who could tell us apart. Gerald’s gaze bored into hers. Grandmothers and grandfathers and uncles and aunts … to love and to coddle lonely little girls.
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