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“I promise, Lucy. Suppose our proper place is a shrine. ’ Amusement flickered in Gerald’s breast. The preparations to meet him were immense, roses were planted everywhere, white and drooping with honeyed fragrance. The door closed upon her, and he moved reluctantly away.
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