He removed his cockaded hat, putting it down between them as he sat at the other end, placing himself at an angle and, crossing his legs, leaned back at his ease, his eyes fixed on her face. A moment more and he would have been crushed beneath the ponderous board, when a slight but strong arm arrested its descent. “We are, or rather we were, so much alike then that the portrait of either of us would have done for the other.
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