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Go back at once, please. She could not be more than twenty; and though want and other suffering had done the work of time, had wasted her frame, and robbed her cheek of its bloom and roundness, they had not extinguished the lustre of her eyes, nor thinned her raven hair. The image in the glass was not clear, for the light was not bright enough to see properly, but the shadows of her riding habit and the hat with its waving plumes framed a countenance that gazed serenely back at her out of long-lashed blue eyes. The following morning found him in the doctor's waiting room, a black cigar turning unlighted in his teeth. He hadn't played fair. " Romance! The Seven Seas are hers.
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