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“You know I’m old-fashioned, Miss Stanley. She was a small blonde, not handsome, but with a flair for fashion demonstrated by her elegant chemise gown in the very latest Canterbury muslin, with its low décolletage barely concealed under a fine lawn handkerchief set about her shoulders, and decorated with a mauve satin sash at the waist. She was recalling the circumstances under which she had engaged herself to Manning, and trying to understand a curious development of the quality of this relationship. He left that arid rule clear of the least mist of refinement or delicacy. And pouring the contents of a small powderflask into a bumper of brandy, he tendered him the mixture. Professing to stand between the robber and the robbed, he himself plundered both. “Why not?” He asked. ‘I lived with the Valades for some years. Surely his calculated desire to sit near her meant that his attention had surely been brought from its normal diversions into her realm.
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