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The Mohocks XII. ‘Do not imagine that I will leave poor Jacques. I promised to put him in touch with some people in Rome, an idea which he warmed to. Good riddance. John’s father piped up, bored with the conversation, and asked, “Where do you get your blue eyes, Lucy? What nationality are you?” “I’m mostly Italian, but I get my blue eyes from my mother, who was Gypsy. He was disappointed when Intermission arrived. "Sir!" exclaimed Winifred, rising. The room was papered with green, large-patterned paper that was at worst a trifle dingy, and the arm-chair and the seats of the other chairs were covered with the unusual brightness of a large-patterned chintz, which also supplied the window-curtain.
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