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Emile’s fist crashed into her temple and stars exploded in her vision. “Here we are,” he said, “shining through each other like light through a stained-glass window. I can’t love you. Show him no quarter, Poll. ‘Give me an opportunity to open my mouth, and I will. ” And to that, through vast rhetorical meanderings, she clung. ’ ‘Valade?’ ‘Aye, sir. My father thought the latter. She chose to hold her nose.
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