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’ Lucy was silent for a space, once again wearing that inscrutable expression. The performance over, he relaxed and closed his eyes. His manner was deferential, even eager. A moment before he had been a strong man, she had been in his power, a poor helpless thing. He leaned back in a low chair, and watched her graceful movements, the play of her white hands as she bent over some wonderful machine. His destination was the New Mint. ‘How do you do? I am so happy to meet you. You must dispose of the goldsmith's note I gave you yesterday, as soon as you arrive at Rotterdam. She waited a few minutes, then greeted the burly doorman who stood as the building’s lone sentry.
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