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To-night all London believes that he was your husband. He looked exactly as she had dreamed him, handsome, rigidly dressed in a black suit, his hair still half gray, his eyes green and flashing like a cat’s. It may be, it probably will all come to, nothing. They thought that she was her own mother. ‘I’m following a scent. 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. In some cases they were ground almost to powder; in others, driven deeply into the earth, as if discharged from a piece of ordnance. Every one looked at Anna. She did not answer him, as she did not know what to say.
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