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He is an awfully good sort— and now he has come to me to help him if I can. Sydney sprang up. She had a nut-brown skin, a swarthy upper lip, a merry black eye, a prominent bust, and a tun-like circumference of waist. The boy’s besotted. Her words, as she said them, seemed to her to mean nothing, and there was so much that struggled for expression. She glanced at the soft-ticking clock with the exposed brass pendulum upon the white marble mantel, and made a rapid calculation.
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