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Drummond was telling me about the way old Ferringhall rounded upon them all at the club. Her fancy dress, save for the green-gray stockings, the pseudo-Turkish slippers, and baggy silk trousered ends natural to a Corsair’s bride, was hidden in a large black-silk-hooded operacloak. It’s not far from twilight.
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