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Standing before a mirror set on a dresser between the windows, two hands frozen in the act of adjusting a wide-brimmed hat on her head, stood a lady in a dark riding habit, her startled features turned towards the door. “Monsieur admires the poster?” As a rule Sir John treated such advances with cold silence. Everything. While he was straining every sinew, his foot slipped, and he fell, head foremost, into a deep trench, which he had not observed in the dark. Two shots were fired, and presently the clashing of swords was heard below. Well, after all, he seemed to be turning the subject.
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