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At six o'clock, the wicket was shut; and at nine, the jail was altogether locked up. . She asked no further questions for the moment. She had a nut-brown skin, a swarthy upper lip, a merry black eye, a prominent bust, and a tun-like circumference of waist. ” Her hand hung over the side of her chair nearest to him. If it came at all, it was as fleeting as the girl's smile. Now, abruptly, they were real again, though very distant, and she had come to say farewell to them across one sundering year. " "From some of your associates?" "From your uncle, from my uncle,—Sir Rowland Trenchard.
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