. The soi-disant Valade held the centre of the room now, only an uncovered but closed card-table, its surface dusty, between him and the suite at the fireplace. ‘Don’t involve me in your lover’s tiff. ‘Desist, you little devil,’ he growled in her ear. And now, my love," she added, with a relenting look, "I'm content to make up our quarrel. ‘For God’s sake, let go my hand,’ he begged.
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