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I'm no mollycoddle. Wood. If ever she felt fatigue in these long tramps which had already taken her half over London, she never admitted it. More importantly, she had her wits. Without a single ornament about her neck, or hair, wearing the plainest of black gowns, out of which her shoulders shone gleaming white, she was easily the most noticeable and the most distinguished-looking woman in the room.
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