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There was a very white-faced youngster of eighteen who brushed back his hair exactly in Russell’s manner, and was disposed to be uncomfortably silent when he was near her, and to whom she felt it was only Christian kindness to be consistently pleasant; and a lax young man of five-and-twenty in navy blue, who mingled Marx and Bebel with the more orthodox gods of the biological pantheon. When Gianfrancesco came to call this time, she was excited and ready. A black-garbed figure crept forward, noiselessly, towards Gosse’s back. Spurlock understood that his vantage would be temporary; the Wastrel had been knocked down, not out.
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