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Her evident terror and distress reinforced the tale he told. He was a square-faced man of nearly fifty, with iron-gray hair a mobile, cleanshaven mouth and rather protuberant black eyes that now scrutinized Ann Veronica. ‘What is this fate?’ ‘Un mariage of no distinction. " O'Higgins extracted a cigar from a pocket and inspected it. She placed the freezer back on top of Ray Plote's old hiding place, now his permanent resting place. A cold shiver came over her. The intruder was handsomely, even richly, attired in a scarlet riding-suit, embroidered with gold; a broad belt, to which a hanger was attached, crossed his shoulders; his boots rose above his knee, and he carried a laced hat in his hand. Her eyes still had the fevered glow of sickness, yet she seemed in perfect health.
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