" "At any rate, I won, for he went away. At the open door stood a young man in a rich garb with a mask on his face, who was encouraging the mob by words and gestures. He was a square-faced man of nearly fifty, with iron-gray hair a mobile, cleanshaven mouth and rather protuberant black eyes that now scrutinized Ann Veronica. We made sure it was just like Gwen.
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