She was dressed in a simple evening gown of soft creamy silk, with a yoke of dark old embroidery that enhanced the gentle gravity of her style, and her black hair flowed off her open forehead to pass under the control of a simple ribbon of silver. If Miss Charvill should take it into her head to dash off on some foolish errand, go with her by all means. ” He said. Jack looked towards the door.
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