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‘But we—mon mari and myself—we have the bonne chance. The air was sweet with the perfume of flowers, and the melody of murmuring insects, the blue sky was cloudless, the heat of the sun was tempered by the heather-scented west wind. I’m very resourceful, you know. ’ ‘Parbleu, it is I who am the idiot?’ she scolded furiously, removing one hand and digging it into her sleeve. Strewn across the bed was a multitude of jumbled garments. ‘Precisely,’ agreed Gerald. “Why not?” He asked. . She wondered when her tormentors would simply lose interest now that Katy had been discovered and suspended. "You're only twenty—not legally of age. He loved you.
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