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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. ‘The credentials, milor’,’ he ventured. I took the usual way home. "I began to fear, from his having quitted the old place, that some misfortune must have befallen him. No great lover of state or state costume at any time, he was generally, towards the close of an evening, completely in dishabille, and in this condition he now presented himself to his subjects. I can’t stand it. “I see no reason why you shouldn’t. He kissed her deeply and hungrily. Why? Here was a curtain indeed.
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