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He was never drunk in the accepted meaning of the word; rather he walked in a kind of stupefaction. She tried surreptitiously to reach her own dagger, in its cunning hiding place in her petticoat. I’ll be ready in a moment. ’ He only laughed. The uncanny directness of those gray eyes, the absence of diffidence, the beauty of the face in profile (full, it seemed a little too broad to make for perfect beauty), the mellow voice that came full and free, without hesitance, all combined to mark her as the most unusual young woman he had ever met. Through all he said ran one quality that pleased her—the quality of a man who feels that things can be done, that one need not wait for the world to push one before one moved.
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