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She fought him at first, screaming at him, but he did not relent. His pipe hung dead in his teeth, but the smoke was dense about him. It was, Ann Veronica felt, as a sip or so of that remarkable blend warmed her blood, just the sort of thing that her aunt would not approve, to be lunching thus, tete-a-tete with a man; and yet at the same time it was a perfectly innocent as well as agreeable proceeding. "You've arrived sooner than I expected, Sir Rowland," observed the thief-taker. She addressed Capes as though she spoke to him alone. He tasted like cinders and ash, but not of smoke. It is enough to make a man throw away canvas and brushes into the bottomless precipices, enough to make one weep with despair at his utter and absolute impotence.
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