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Perhaps what urged her interest in the young man's direction was the dead whiteness of his face, the puffed eyelids and the bloodshot whites. "Trenchard," he muttered; "Aliva Trenchard—they were right, then, as to the name. Courtlaw sat with folded arms. “I don’t know how, but I always manage to find a 164 fiddle if there is one around.
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