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There were one or two bitter moments in his life when he had been made to feel that gentility laid on with a brush may sometimes crack and show weak places—that deportment and breeding are after all things apart. “Don’t you know?” “Oh! I know—” “Well—” Her face was an unaccustomed pink. His pale and boyish waist was nearly as slim as her own. “No, I’d like to. 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.
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