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She drew up a chair and sat down, putting her palm on the damp, cold forehead. Her new husband had paid for a cadre of escorts back to Mantua. Michelle bypassed the ordering counter and surfed directly to their table. Spurling, for so was she named, had a warm nut-brown complexion, almost as dark as a Creole; and a moustache on her upper lip, that would have done no discredit to the oldest dragoon in the King's service.
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