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Woman's love of silk is not set by fashion; it is bred in the bone; and somewhere, somehow, a woman will have her bit of silk. “Much better. Amongst them was a revolver. The afternoon was her own; but from eight until midnight she sat beside the patient. And let us go on with our evening. "No—Sheppard?" rejoined Wild. " "But that style isn't Oriental. "I assure you, Sir, when I left him an hour ago, it was locked. Not then. She was dressed in a simple evening gown of soft creamy silk, with a yoke of dark old embroidery that enhanced the gentle gravity of her style, and her black hair flowed off her open forehead to pass under the control of a simple ribbon of silver. "And you will answer it frankly?" "Certainly.
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