He looked like the shadow of himself—thin, feeble, hollow-eyed—his beard unshorn—nothing could be more miserable. Take my word for it, your troubles are over. ’ ‘Do you take me for a fool, Hilary?’ demanded his betrothed. How she had coveted her mother’s beauty and sought to emulate it, if only to please her.
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