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"Yes … but dreadfully tired. She looked more than her sixty odd years, in spite of a still lush head of black hair, streaked with a little grey, which was visible under her cap and of immediate interest to Gerald. ’ She gave him a straight look. " "I have. She felt herself getting into a corner. They sold him the whisky. He carried a cane and a silk hat with a mourning-band in one gray-gloved hand; his frock-coat and trousers were admirable; his handsome face, his black mustache, his prominent brow conveyed an eager solicitude. ‘What’s more, I wouldn’t blame her.
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