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‘And I wouldn’t be no sort of a man if I’d heard what I heard, and gone off and left you. The ladies were, as usual, very gaily dressed; and as usual, also, had resorted to art to heighten their attractions— From patches, justly placed, they borrow'd graces, And with vermilion lacquer'd o'er their faces. As Jack departed, a dark figure, emerging from behind a wall, rushed after him. As he passed out he saw in the hall a quietly dressed man with keen grey eyes, talking to one of the footmen. “You will have some tea?” she asked.
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