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Her hair, once red, faded to a thin gray that she kept cut into a practical short bob. ‘He lacked moral fibre, did Nicholas. He was really very bright and clever, with a sort of conversational boldness that was just within the limits of permissible daring. "Jack!" she cried, raising her head. Wood; "to be sure you are! I wonder how you dare show your face in this house, hussy!" "I thought you sent for me, Ma'am," replied the widow, humbly. So far he had not stirred; from his bloodless lips had come no sound. Her fingers rested upon his. “How old are you?” “Sixteen.
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