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‘You don’t mean to say she’s here?’ ‘Was,’ Gerald corrected. Capes was an exceptionally fair man of two or three-and-thirty, so ruddily blond that it was a mercy he had escaped light eyelashes, and with a minor but by no means contemptible reputation of his own. “Who is the tenant of these rooms?” he inquired. The only departure which he made from the fashion of the period, was in respect to the peruke—an article he could never be induced to wear. Lucy grabbed his shirtsleeve, whispering on tiptoe. She had black hair, fine eyebrows, and a clear complexion; and the forces that had modelled her features had loved and lingered at their work and made them subtle and fine. “I think we are growing sensible,” he said.

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