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He glanced at the ruins of his High Priestess. A man's laced hat,—whether adopted from the caprice of the moment, or habitually worn, we are unable to state,—cocked knowingly on her head, harmonized with her masculine appearance. The sound of her flying feet brought Gerald leaping for the door. “For I know that you love Ennison. “Lucy Albert, sir.
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