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He met her eyes with his fiery black gaze. “I don’t know why. I must leave England to-night. Strange, demure-looking young woman, with wonderful complexion and eyes, and a style about her, too. Her state of mind would have seemed altogether discreditable to her grandmother. Additional terms will be linked to the Project Gutenberg-tm License for all works posted with the permission of the copyright holder found at the beginning of this work.
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