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The costume of this personage was somewhat singular, and might have passed for a masquerading habit, had not the imperturbable gravity of his demeanour forbidden any such supposition. Captain Hilary Roding and his inamorata, Miss Lucilla Froxfield. A corner could hold the promise of a shelf of dainty crystals, volcanic ices of rainbow colors, or figurines of saints sculpted from horn and bone reenacting their martyrdoms on delicate miniature wooden stages. “I shall come back, if at all, a new man. I did not want anything made smooth and easy for me. And they had an idea of what men were like behind all their nicety.
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