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" The words were scarcely pronounced, when Rowland disappeared. She began to exercise those lures which were bred in her bone—the bones of all women. Thames took it, and beheld the portrait of a young man, apparently—judging from his attire—of high rank, whose proud and patrician features certainly presented a very striking resemblance to his own. “It rests with them by the nature of things. ” “Not in the least,” she assured him. I wonder ——” “London is a huge place,” Brendon said. Nothing seemed to be amiss.
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