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‘Don’t concern yourself, Hilary. Yet her aunt, with a ringed hand flitting to her lips and a puzzled, worried look in her eyes, deaf to all this riot of warmth and flitting desire, was playing Patience—playing Patience, as if Dionysius and her curate had died together. I had no idea!” She sat down abruptly and threw her wrists limply upon the table. I must go and dress at once. Books! She knew now what had saved her—her mother's hand, reaching down from heaven, had set the giver's flaming eyes upon the covers of these books. “It’s just that he doesn’t seem like your type.
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