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“It’s a flabby, loose-willed world we have to face. Seeing the footman about to follow her in, Gerald clamped a hand onto his shoulder. He daren't quarrel with me: and if he does, let him look to himself. The trees were graceful and brown, arching and fanning their golden leaves as if to shower with coins the pink-gold sky. "I've lost my wager. Like the nuns, she hardly ever looked in a mirror.

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