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\"May I come in?\" His bravado was increasing. Fortescue, with a bow. His looks were fixed on his old benefactor. The weather's been foul enough for the last fortnight, but I've never turned my back upon it. "But vere'll be the use o' vinnin'? you von't live to pay me. Don’t touch the handle, Annabel! Curse the thing, you’ve jammed it now. The cheek-bones were prominent: the nose slightly depressed, with rather wide nostrils; the chin narrow, but well-formed; the forehead broad and lofty; and he possessed such an extraordinary flexibility of muscle in this region, that he could elevate his eyebrows at pleasure up to the very verge of his sleek and shining black hair, which, being closely cropped, to admit of his occasionally wearing a wig, gave a singular bullet-shape to his head. It was a beautiful place that she had found, a round cave by a small stream.
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