“Do not be frightened, dear,” she said. She was a swan among geese, trying to look plain and dowdy. He appeared to be strangely uncommunicative, though I tried to draw him out. She was not squeamish—although the sight of the sergeant’s ominous preparations had severely tried her fortitude—but Kimble’s white face plagued her conscience. Almost the best of all. She slipped it calmly into her pocket.
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