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"That's a glorious reward. She wore a plain black dress, reaching almost to her throat—her small oval face, with the large brown eyes, was colourless, delicately expressive, yet with something mysterious in its Sphinx-like immobility. “Tell me,” she insisted, “why you look like that. Fortunately, ever since Wild's late murderous attack, the household has all been well armed. The major hailed him with a show of relief. “This is all rot!” he declared angrily. Conscience was always digging sudden pits for his feet and common sense ridiculing his fears. He never retires to rest till daybreak—if at all. A constant attendant at court, he had the mortification to see every one promoted but himself, and thus bewails his ill-luck.
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