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” He intoned. She recovered herself, however, with amazing facility. Moving back to the corner again, she ran a hand back over the leather-bound books—which, she realised, were not books at all. At first she could not tell what it was; but as her eyes became accustomed to the light, she recognized the old coat. Evidently in the flower of his age, he was scarcely less remarkable for symmetry of person than for comeliness of feature; and, though his attire was plain and unpretending, it was such as could be worn only by one belonging to the higher ranks of society. The Oriental has no equivalent.
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