’ Madame Valade reseated herself, and Gerald set himself to flatter her into relaxation again. Crouching down, Gerald waited, hands at the ready. By the side of her plate was a small key. Looked all over that dratted convent of yours—or at least Trodger and the men did so—but no sign of them. " Miserably his thoughts shuttled to and fro in search of what he knew she wanted —a love story. When I absorb a fact, my brain weighs the fact carefully and stores it away.
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