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His face, as he looked down where his hand sought for a weapon concealed in her petticoat, was so close that she could see only the line of his firm jaw, the drag of his powdered hair that drew it into the military pigtail, and the black ribbon that adorned it. “Where have you been? All these hours I have been calling for you. “I would not have you go for anything,” she answered. "Where is my mother?" he added, regarding the knight with a searching glance. Hastily, he reached for the door. “I haven’t a scrap—of this sort of aversion. “You are of the genus obstinate,” he said.
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