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At least for one moment, it was. The clever hostess having let fall that several distinguished guests from France would be present, the world had flocked to her doors to catch, like the gossip-hungry vultures they were, a glimpse of them. She could tell that they too would find their legs jutting awkwardly from the petite furniture. So you are Prudence Remenham. 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. Single pearls— Lord knows where they come from!—are always turning up, some of them of fine lustre; but I never set eyes on them. This formality irked her: she wanted to play a little, romp. On Thursday we embark for South America.
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