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She could not be more than twenty; and though want and other suffering had done the work of time, had wasted her frame, and robbed her cheek of its bloom and roundness, they had not extinguished the lustre of her eyes, nor thinned her raven hair. ’ She counted off on her fingers. She washed her face with unwonted elaboration before she went to bed. ‘Laisse-moi,’ she panted, shifting wildly in his hold, so that he had all to do to keep her thus imprisoned. "How so?" asked Wild, curiously. " "No fear of that," laughed Kneebone.
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