The smell of gunpowder was strong in the room. Beneath the hood it was evident that her rebellious hair was bound up with red silk, and fastened by some device in her ears (unless she had them pierced, which was too dreadful a thing to suppose!) were long brass filigree earrings. “Manning,” she said, and contemplated a figure of inaggressive persistence. She peered into the darkness.
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