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Have you not tired of sadness and pain?” 81 She thought she could hear tears in his voice but would not look at him. Aside from some loose coin and a trunk key, there was nothing in the pockets: no mail, no letter of credit, not even a tailor's label. A paralyzing horror was upon her. His lips parted in a rare smile. Won’t you let me—can’t I be of any assistance?” He was obviously in earnest. It consisted of a full-dress coat of brown flowered velvet, laced with silver; a waistcoat of white satin, likewise richly embroidered; shoes with red heels, and large diamond buckles; pearlcoloured silk stockings with gold clocks; a muslin cravat, or steen-kirk, as it was termed, edged with the fine point lace; ruffles of the same material, and so ample as almost to hide the tips of his fingers; and a silver-hilted sword.
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