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" She began to prepare the room for Wu's coming, while the doctor went downstairs. I wonder ——” “London is a huge place,” Brendon said. The lips were straight and pale, the chin aggressive, the nose indomitable. Somebody to depend upon her; somebody to have need of her, if only for a little while. At this moment, a door was opened below; lights gleamed on the walls; and the figures of Rowland and Sir Cecil were distinguished at the foot of the stairs. He looked at it with uplifted eyebrows, but made no remark. Then she looked at her aunt, and traced with a curious eye the careful arrangement of her hair, her sharp nose, the little drooping lines of mouth and chin and cheek. "Ah!" he exclaimed, as the painting was turned towards him.
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