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He was Julian five years younger, the spitting image. "Heaven be praised, I am not the son of a nobleman. \" She replied to him, looking into his blue eyes. Little by little, she stopped hating him. ‘For God’s sake, let go my hand,’ he begged. He had heard me sing—the fool thought himself in love with me.
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