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Capes was an exceptionally fair man of two or three-and-thirty, so ruddily blond that it was a mercy he had escaped light eyelashes, and with a minor but by no means contemptible reputation of his own. The blouse dried nicely, it would only need a touch of starch and a little ironing. Do you understand?’ ‘Aye, sir.
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