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” She shook her fist ceilingward. ’ Then memory hit and he stared at his friend. A stiff, formally-cut coat of cinnamon-coloured cloth, with rows of plate buttons, each of the size of a crown piece, on the sleeves, pockets, and skirts, reached the middle of his legs; and his costume was completed by the silver-hilted sword at his side, and the laced hat under his left arm. "Why you pretended not to recognize the photograph of the young fellow you toted around these diggings all day yesterday. It was not only that her father had said all sorts of inconsistent and unreasonable things, but that by some incomprehensible infection she herself had replied in the same vein. And this clear-visioned child had comprehended that only half the rogues were really ill. You're an angel of goodness. All right.
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