The owner of this dress had a broad weather-beaten face, small twinkling eyes, and a bushy, grizzled beard. The stairs creaked as Mark rushed down them. Never again would he repeat that kiss; but at night when they separated, he would touch her forehead with his lips, and sometimes he would hold her hand in his and pat it. Sebastian sat smirking in amusement. "Oh, Heavens!" cried Mrs.
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