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A home MAY be a sort of cage, but still—it’s a home. She appeared to be considering. One of her duties, after she had been taught to read, had been to read aloud after breakfast and before going to bed. Like the nuns, she hardly ever looked in a mirror. A fire enveloped her, a fire which was strangely healing, filling her heart with warmth, blotting out the menace of the world. “Can I bring you anything, sir—a whisky and soda, or a liqueur? You’ll excuse me, sir, but you haven’t touched your coffee. I was born of one Suzanne Valade and an Englishman, Nicholas Charvill. But for all that, it offered relief; his brain, stupefied by the fumes, grew dull, and conscience lost its edge to bite.
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