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She leaned a little towards him. She traced him by his scent. Waving a white flag, naturally. How would it serve Nicholas to keep the truth from his daughter? A tiny thread of disquiet troubled him. ’ ‘I do not tell you why,’ the lady uttered flatly. "The Dawn Pearl!" he said, making to recline again. Apparently she was always doomed to weep when she talked to her father. She knew, or guessed his mission too, for more than once their eyes met, and she laughed mockingly at him. John’s father piped up, bored with the conversation, and asked, “Where do you get your blue eyes, Lucy? What nationality are you?” “I’m mostly Italian, but I get my blue eyes from my mother, who was Gypsy.
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