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The struggle had dislodged the white wimple, which was evidently too large for her, and her black hair broke free, whirling like a whiplash about her head as her hands curled into fists, coming up to beat at his chest, her little teeth bared for attack. And he hazarded a wink at the poet over the paper on which he was sketching. At other times, it would seem that the sea itself had gone away. “I saw his face in a mirror. Did the other girls thank you?” “Not really. Nor, he would wager, had the heroic Monsieur Valade, who had rescued her from that life and brought her to England, taught her in that short time all that Gerald was certain she knew of men. In the end he broke his own heart along with your mother's.
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