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She remembered possessing it during the Gold Rush. I’m a soldier, you see. If he got her outside, surely the soldiers would see her and intervene. I expect you had been snubbing him terribly. ’ The breathy laugh came, and Madame Valade abandoned her fan. It could only mean one thing—that her foster daughter was both a whore and a murderer! When Sheila confronted her about it, it was five in the morning. He would raise her up once again, ply her with silks and jewels again, all of the accoutrements of the new generation: the cars, the toys, the restaurants, and the prestige. She breathed deeply of the starch of his shirt. It was also cold, and dark, for there had been no time to light the lantern.
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