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Chapter 19 No.19
Cicily, under her husband's intent gaze, felt a glow of embarrassment. To conceal her emotion, she turned, and seated herself in a chair, where she relaxed into a posture as listlessly indifferent as she could contrive in this moment of pleasurable turmoil.
Now, indeed, she realized that the moment of her vindication in this man's estimation was
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