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Pramlay received them in the pretty chintz drawing-room, which opened by French windows on the trim garden, with its croquet lawn, its tennis-net in the middle distance, and its remote rose alley lined with smart dahlias and flaming sunflowers. Capes was an exceptionally fair man of two or three-and-thirty, so ruddily blond that it was a mercy he had escaped light eyelashes, and with a minor but by no means contemptible reputation of his own. The unfortunate woman was stretched upon the floor, with a bloody knife in her hand. “Did you—did you really think that they would take you for a Frenchman?” she exclaimed. "Do you think I'm afeard of a beggarly thief-taker and his myrmidons? Not I. Kneebone assured her that he did say so; and, as a further proof of his sincerity, squeezed her hand very warmly under the table. They seem to spend their time yawning and inspecting their neighbour’s dresses through those hateful glasses. .
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