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She frowned, appearing to think for a moment. But this might be merely a figurative mode of describing his customary vigilance. That poor child, trying to escape, and not knowing how. She loves you too well for that. You don’t wear a dinner coat with a flower in your button-hole, or last night’s shirt, or very glossy boots, nor do you haunt the drawing-room in the evening, or play at being musical. She blushed prettily, and in a moment regained command of her tongue. Her hair touched water, becoming like the seaweed in its velvet slickness. She tended the twins while the Clotilde was in Sebastian’s private chambers, a place she gave a wide berth. Under the somewhat trying incandescent light her cheeks pleaded guilty to a recent use of the powder puff. Once before—but that had been different. ” “Girls!” cried Ann Veronica.
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