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Lady Julia beckoned imperiously to her nephew to resume his seat. There had been a small luncheon party on the terrace of her Cap Martin villa and Roger was the last remaining guest.
"I shan't keep you five minutes," she promised. "I have a bone to pick with you, young man. What have you been doing to my little protégée?"