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Anna looked at her, startled. I shall still wear your favor—even if it is a stolen and forbidden favor—in my casque. At this moment, a door was opened below; lights gleamed on the walls; and the figures of Rowland and Sir Cecil were distinguished at the foot of the stairs. Thames took it, and beheld the portrait of a young man, apparently—judging from his attire—of high rank, whose proud and patrician features certainly presented a very striking resemblance to his own. 219 “Some in Europe, a few down south, none here. She could smell his cologne underneath his collar, or perhaps his aftershave.
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