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g distractedly into the conservatory, where her easels and canvasses stood amid a tangle of greenery. He was staring at her as he approached, his eyes as brilliant and compelling as fire scintillating through garnets. He's destroyed you! No. me? Pierre stopped dead, one hand resting against the rough spongy bark of a sequoia.
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