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She was a small blonde, not handsome, but with a flair for fashion demonstrated by her elegant chemise gown in the very latest Canterbury muslin, with its low décolletage barely concealed under a fine lawn handkerchief set about her shoulders, and decorated with a mauve satin sash at the waist. ” She looked at him doubtfully. Ten years of military life had taught him caution, but only strengthened a fearless zest for diving into any promising adventure with unalloyed enjoyment. Then he put the paper by. . . Who? Could it be Gerald? Quickly, she looked back at Gosse’s face, and found him frowning. Capes had the gift of easy, unaffected writing, coupled with very clear and logical thinking, and to follow his written thought gave her the sensation of cutting things with a perfectly new, perfectly sharp knife. ” She found her muscles a-tremble. She admired his backside as he fetched a blue towel from his bathroom. It is useless to talk.
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