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I thought it was a mirror at the first, for it was so very like myself. “You can count upon me, Nigel,” she said. She was dressed for the street very much as her own maid was accustomed to dress, and there was a thick veil attached to her hat. In the meanwhile, as he talked, he scrutinized her face, ran his eyes over her careless, gracious poise, wondered hard about her.
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