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My profession has hardened me. " By this time, the chair had been brought into the Lodge. A man's laced hat,—whether adopted from the caprice of the moment, or habitually worn, we are unable to state,—cocked knowingly on her head, harmonized with her masculine appearance. ” “You know all?” “Your sister has told me. She was a trained being—trained by an implacable mother to one end. She was dressed as English girls do dress for town, without either coquetry or harshness: her collarless blouse confessed a pretty neck, her eyes were bright and steady, and her dark hair waved loosely and graciously over her ears.
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