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” “I know. He had a handsome, jolly-looking face; stood six feet two in his stockings; and measured more than a cloth-yard shaft across the shoulders—athletic proportions derived from his father the dragoon. Lose not a moment, Hobson. Her complexion was wan and faded, except where it was tinged by a slight hectic flush, that made the want of colour more palpable; her eyes were large and black, but heavy and lustreless; her cheeks sunken; her frame emaciated; her dark hair thickly scattered with gray. But ship that girl east as soon as you can. Scarcely any one noticed the full measure of her consternation. "Go to lunch," he ordered Ruth. "Your assistants are in my power.
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