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A few short, dark locks, escaping from beneath her head-dress, showed that her hair had been removed, and had only been recently allowed to grow again. The smell assaulted them even before they entered the restaurant, greasy and savory. Caution forced her to speak calmly. It brought no coconut. Niece and aunt regarded each other for a moment over their pockethandkerchiefs with watery but antagonistic eyes, each far too profoundly moved to see the absurdity of the position. Leonardo had told her it would happen, and warned her to make use of it. "What did the old fellow judge from, eh, Joan?" asked he. But you must allow me to observe, my good Sir, that you're wholly in the wrong respecting my friend. I trust that no unpleasant rumours will be circulated before the election, at any rate.
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