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" "It is folded under your pillow. Clotilde flew into a rage, crying, “How dare you lay claim to my children! I am their mother! This is a Godless house!” She accused. ‘By traitors I am surrounded!’ ‘Stop talking utter twaddle,’ ordered Roding, marching up to the desk. What was to happen now? She turned to Roding quickly. ’ ‘Oh, she’ll be safe enough, Gerald. I'll call it my wedding gift. “I wish,” she said, “that you would leave off looking at me as though I were something grisly. “How do you know?” “Well, it isn’t exactly a depressing state, is it?” “YOU don’t know. ‘You mean—’ ‘Hilary!’ Lucy turned excited eyes back to Alderley.
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