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“Oh God!” she cried, “Oh God!” and flung aside her opera-cloak, and for a time walked about the room—a Corsair’s bride at a crisis of emotion. ‘Pardon, milor’,’ said Valade, ‘but Monsieur Charvill, he was not at fault. ” Her elation teetered in mid-air for a second, then began to flutter down around her like a badly-built house of cards. Ruth will be a gold mine for a man of your peculiar bent. She breathed deeply of the starch of his shirt.
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