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"
Accounts
for
what
?
"
"
The
fact
that
Dane
's
likeness
to
the
Cardinal
is
in
general
things
--
height
,
coloring
,
build
.
"
"
Oh
!
My
grandmother
told
me
our
father
was
rather
like
the
Cardinal
to
look
at
,
"
said
Justine
comfortably
.
"
Have
n't
you
ever
seen
your
father
?
"
"
Not
even
a
picture
of
him
.
He
and
Mum
separated
for
good
before
Dane
was
born
.
"
She
beckoned
the
waiter
.
"
I
'd
like
another
cappuccino
,
please
.
"
"
Justine
,
you
're
a
savage
!
Let
me
order
for
you
!
"
"
No
,
dammit
,
I
wo
n't
!
I
'm
perfectly
capable
of
thinking
for
myself
,
and
I
do
n't
need
some
bloody
man
always
to
tell
me
what
I
want
and
when
I
want
it
,
do
you
hear
?
"
"
Scratch
the
surface
and
one
finds
a
rebel
;
that
was
what
Dane
said
.
"
"
He
's
right
.
Oh
,
if
you
knew
how
I
hate
being
petted
and
cosseted
and
fussed
over
!
I
like
to
act
for
myself
,
and
I
wo
n't
be
told
what
to
do
!
I
do
n't
ask
for
quarter
,
but
I
do
n't
give
any
,
either
.
"
"
I
can
see
that
,
"
he
said
dryly
.
"
What
made
you
so
,
Herzchen
?
Does
it
run
in
the
family
?
"
