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Away in London even now Capes was packing and preparing; Capes, the magic man whose touch turned one to trembling fire. Capes was an exceptionally fair man of two or three-and-thirty, so ruddily blond that it was a mercy he had escaped light eyelashes, and with a minor but by no means contemptible reputation of his own. ” “What did your aunt say?” “She didn’t even kiss me. "He was thrown overboard, and perished at sea. "Don't exchange glances with him under my very nose, woman!" shrieked Mrs. " "You did right," returned Trenchard. "But, if I should not return, take this purse to Edgeworth Bess.
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