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She had tried him as a Crusader, in which guise he seemed plausible but heavy—“There IS something heavy about him; I wonder if it’s his mustache?”—and as a Hussar, which made him preposterous, and as a Black Brunswicker, which was better, and as an Arab sheik. You notice that I have recently spent ten francs on a box of the best Russian cigarettes, and that there are roses upon my table. Why? Because she knew him in life, because, so long as she could remember, he had crossed and recrossed her vision—Sidney Carton. The rejection caught him like a slap in the face. . But, not daring to confess his want of comprehension, he made a profound reverence, and retired.
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