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Her complexion was wan and faded, except where it was tinged by a slight hectic flush, that made the want of colour more palpable; her eyes were large and black, but heavy and lustreless; her cheeks sunken; her frame emaciated; her dark hair thickly scattered with gray. ‘Let’s see now. "Let us in," said the Master, rapping his truncheon authoritatively against the boards, "or we'll force an entrance. For days I have been undecided as to whether I would come to you or no. “Well!” she declared good-humouredly. “Perhaps your engagements are made for you.
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