A creeping numbness invaded her. But this was a vicomte’s sister. A stiff, formally-cut coat of cinnamon-coloured cloth, with rows of plate buttons, each of the size of a crown piece, on the sleeves, pockets, and skirts, reached the middle of his legs; and his costume was completed by the silver-hilted sword at his side, and the laced hat under his left arm. Even if you pretend sometimes to be without sense. To the Seven Cities of Refuge Jack proceeded. That is where I first knew him.
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