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She was dressed for the street very much as her own maid was accustomed to dress, and there was a thick veil attached to her hat. All the king's horses and all the king's men could not undo what was done; nor kill the strange exquisite flower that had grown up in his own lonely heart. ‘Jacques!’ She got no further, for Kimble came towards her, speaking fast and low. He dug about in his mind for a term to fit her, and he came upon the word new.
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