He could remember when women laid away their gowns in lavender—as this girl's mother had. He had not addressed to her even the most ordinary courtesy of fellow travellers; she doubted that he was even aware of her existence. Blank commissions, signed by the prince, to be filled up by the name of the person, who could raise a troop for his service, were liberally bestowed. Dim possibilities that she would not seem to look at even to herself gesticulated in the twilight background of her mind. This obstacle removed, he thought he might now make the attempt.
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