She was very excited. “It is a secret mission,” she declared. She posed herself before her mirror and surveyed herself with gravely thoughtful, gravely critical, and yet admiring eyes. Capes was an exceptionally fair man of two or three-and-thirty, so ruddily blond that it was a mercy he had escaped light eyelashes, and with a minor but by no means contemptible reputation of his own. “Isn’t that rather a strange question—under the circumstances?” he asked quietly. "Once there," proceeded Wild, without noticing the interruption, "he's as good as in his grave. ‘I suppose you think I can’t manage it myself,’ had complained Captain Roding sarcastically.
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