“But how can you?” asked Constance. The flowers and turf, a wild strawberry, a rare butterfly, and suchlike little intimate things had become more interesting than mountains. ‘Peste,’ she wailed, as Emile dropped to the floor, ducking down. By the intense look of him, she guessed that she had just encountered for the first time the boy genius Martin Chen. “How have you been, my dear? Up to no good, I see.
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