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Woman's love of silk is not set by fashion; it is bred in the bone; and somewhere, somehow, a woman will have her bit of silk. ” Ennison turned round sharply. What's this?" he added, stooping to pick up a piece of paper lying at his feet—it was Jonathan's memorandum. Perhaps what urged her interest in the young man's direction was the dead whiteness of his face, the puffed eyelids and the bloodshot whites. “Good evening, Dorling,” he said.
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