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Wood's bed-chamber—it was locked, with the key left in it. She wanted to scream, but there was no one to scream for. ‘A little promenade, madame?’ Madame Valade rose from the chintz-covered chair with alacrity and a little rustle of her silken petticoats. The wine bubbled and seethed; and the exquisite bouquet of oranges permeated the room. As he passed out he saw in the hall a quietly dressed man with keen grey eyes, talking to one of the footmen. Surely she could ignore him. ‘I begin to ask myself why it is that I wish to become of these people. ’ Her conversation was wonderful, Gerald decided.
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