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His lovely black eyes softened until they became like languid as the night sky. It was still raining heavily, and profoundly dark. ” “For example?” “Your dyed hair. You represented to us the immaculate Briton, the one Englishman who typified the Saxonism, if I may coin a word, of our race. As to this little fellow, in spite of the Dutchman, who, in my opinion, is more of a Jacobite than a conjurer, and more of a knave than either, he shall never mount a horse foaled by an acorn, if I can help it. He knew very well that his muscles were flabby, and his nerve by no means what it should be.
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