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A thin mist lay on the river, giving the few craft moving about in it a ghostly look. The intruder was handsomely, even richly, attired in a scarlet riding-suit, embroidered with gold; a broad belt, to which a hanger was attached, crossed his shoulders; his boots rose above his knee, and he carried a laced hat in his hand. Oh, goodness! Bilking! Ann Veronica, you’re a bilker!” Pause. John’s parents were won over. 32 The curtains and tapestries had appeared over the windows before Marina had died, growing moldy from the dampness and the oils of lavender, clove, and clary sage soaking them. He was completely, devastatingly handsome. For a few minutes he kept them at bay.
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