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She would write to Gerald. Certainly I never met him. She slid her cheek down the tweed sleeve of his coat. ‘But there is something still I do not understand. Heliers. "You can shave him, you know. Single pearls— Lord knows where they come from!—are always turning up, some of them of fine lustre; but I never set eyes on them.
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