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She let go of him and stood up, straightening herself. It is I who took the burden of your misdeeds upon my shoulders that you might become Lady Ferringhall. Only her face was clear, frail and delicate, almost flower-like, with the sad haunting eyes ever watching his. “Have to go now. And behind— there was Paris, memories of amazing things, memories which made his cheeks burn and his heart beat quickly as he sat there waiting for her. "I'll see him fettered myself. ‘I do not know him.
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