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It moved a trifle, stepping back and lifting an arm to rub the sleeve against the glass. That dress she has on—my mother might have worn it. Yet you can look Cheveney in the face and declare that you do not know him. No, this was imbecile. ‘I wonder why the females of my acquaintance have absolutely no respect whatsoever for male authority?’ ‘Ha!’ came from Hilary. But we’ve got the brains to get over that, and tongues in our heads to talk to each other. 8. . ‘Peste,’ she wailed, as Emile dropped to the floor, ducking down. THAMES DARRELL.
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