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The agony on the sands now ceased to puzzle her. He carried a cane and a silk hat with a mourning-band in one gray-gloved hand; his frock-coat and trousers were admirable; his handsome face, his black mustache, his prominent brow conveyed an eager solicitude. I—well, I borrowed Anna’s name.
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