‘Mademoiselle. Her hair had become so matted that Sebastian had sheared it off, which made her the very mirage of a nubile young boy. He thought rationally; that is to say, he thought clearly, as a child thinks clearly. It was still profoundly dark; but the wind, which had begun to blow with some violence, chased the clouds rapidly across the heavens, and dispersed the vapours hanging nearer the earth. She would have just to keep the fifteen pounds until she could make it twenty. ’ ‘Get rid of the wench,’ Roding said brutally.
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