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'Lyta regarded Jasper. "Who's Madeleine?"
He flinched. "Only the most utterly unsuitable woman my father could possibly have found for me to marry."
"Besides Wilgefortis?"
He frowned and ran his fingers through his hair. "Wilgefortis had a heart. Madeleine boasts of no such treasures."
"Is she pretty?"
"If you wished to make a portrait, I suppose."'
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