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CHAPTER FIVE-3
“I thought when we first came here that I hated him, but now in lots of ways I think he is rather like Papa.” * When Sándor had finally been settled for the night, Tamara left a bell by his bed so that he could ring for her if he wanted anything. She walked into the sitting room and for the first time she could think about her book and what she had overheard the Duke saying to Major Melville. She felt guilty about the cheque for twenty pounds that she had hidden in her bedroom and thought perhaps she should return it. But she remembered that the Duke had told Major Melville to buy up all the books that were in the shops and the publisher’s stock. That meant that neither the publishers nor the booksellers would suffer any financial loss. ‘I will spend most of the money on the children
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