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Not much to his surprise, Jack Kimble shook his head. “Our interest lies in heading them off. Her cheeks burned for a moment or two when she reached the street, although she held her head upright and walked blithely, even humming to herself fragments of an old French song. She would be enduing this chap with attributes he did not possess, clothing him in fictional ruffles. But they will also find you. Did he see him, this Monsieur Charvill?’ ‘I don’t rightly know, miss,’ confessed Kimble. She closed her eyes more vividly to recall some line which had carried the blot. His gaze drawn, Gerald watched him dip to pick up a crushed square of white linen and a starched object that resembled a helmet. Her knees shook, her breath came fast, she almost felt the lurid effect of those tiny patches of rouge upon her pallor-stricken cheeks. It plucked shingles from the school building, threatening to shake them all loose one by one like rotting teeth. Rumors had it he had been a looker in his youth, all long hair and chiseled muscles, but those days were long gone.
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