’ I don’t know what you’d call it —a sort of witchery, almost suggestiveness. In a moment, Roding and Lucilla joined him. ’ He held out his hand to help the girl descend. Hitherto she had seen it chiefly in pictures and other works of art, incidentally, and as a thing taken out of life. He wore a threecornered hat, a sandy-coloured scratch wig, and had a thick woollen wrapper folded round his throat.
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