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She perceived that his countenance was only composed by a great effort, his features severely compressed. No sterner head was ever beheld beneath the cowl of a monk, or the bonnet of an inquisitor. The chair was torture. ” “Your priestess,” whispered Ann Veronica, softly. " "Rot! Mac, what do you suppose the natives used to call her? The Dawn Pearl!" McClintock wagged his Scotch head negatively. ” “Sorry. That is how I learned that there were such things as novels.
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