If the Wastrel had not turned the instant he did, the ball would have missed him; as it was he turned directly into its path. His face, as he looked down where his hand sought for a weapon concealed in her petticoat, was so close that she could see only the line of his firm jaw, the drag of his powdered hair that drew it into the military pigtail, and the black ribbon that adorned it. Nothing else was put in their place, and they remained sotto voce, as it were, in his mind. ” He said flatly.
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