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I never intended it to be anything but a short story, for I had never completed even the shortest of stories unless forced to in grammar school. She twisted her fingers tightly. ” A spot of colour flared in Anna’s cheek as she glanced towards the speaker. But a doll that rolled its eyes and had flaxen hair! Except for the manual labour—there had been natives to fetch and carry—she and Cosette were sisters in loneliness. If you know her for the vicious, scheming wretch that she is, why in God’s name—?’ ‘She’s not a vicious, scheming wretch,’ Gerald said calmly. Despite him, it was the beauty that she had inherited from her mother they had used to gain the betrothal, and it had not been easy. " "I don't understand you," replied Kneebone, in some confusion.
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