What is it? Good God!” An unhappy little smile parted her lips. “I have spoken too many truths to-night. He reminds me of a slave I once had in Rome with those sullen dark eyes and that wistful pout. His face was a little flushed perhaps, and his small, brown eyes were bright. “Close your eyes.
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