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With a rustle of her full lilac petticoats, Miss Froxfield turned back to Alderley. Single pearls— Lord knows where they come from!—are always turning up, some of them of fine lustre; but I never set eyes on them. What happened? Did you turn me?” “Yes, my love. No doubt they've all been rejected; but he couldn't throw them overboard. ’ Roding’s voice changed. 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.
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