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“I remember,” she said, “that the first night I saw you, you spoke of my sister as
your friend. In rushed Mr. He’s a
prig to the finger-tips, is Sir John—doesn’t know what an artist is. Get the pole out of your ass. ‘This is a private house,’ Hilary said severely, ‘and you are trespassing. His face, as he
looked down where his hand sought for a weapon concealed in her petticoat, was
so close that she could see only the line of his firm jaw, the drag of his powdered
hair that drew it into the military pigtail, and the black ribbon that adorned it.
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