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He recognised this object at once. She hoped that he would at long last remember his young male pride. I must not let you go again. John stared palely. Epithalamy might do. Her eyes were soft and blue, arched over by dark brows, and fringed by long silken lashes. I would have heard her. Ramage,” she said, “I can’t—Not now.

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