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No hair to fall awry, no powder to displace, no ruffles to crush; men are lucky. Nothing more forlorn could be conceived. She dropped the locket into its sweet hiding place. Here the prisoners took exercise; and a quaint, but striking picture has been left of their appearance when so engaged, by the author of the English Rogue. Let him not bear the weight of my punishment. There was granite in her face and agate in her eyes.
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