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The air was crisp and dry. A black silk furbelowed scarf covered her shoulders; and over the kincob gown hung a yellow satin apron, trimmed with white Persian. "No offence, I hope, my dear Mrs. The age of this individual could not be more than twenty-one; his figure was tall, robust, and gracefully proportioned; and his clear gray eye and open countenance bespoke a frank, generous, and resolute nature. Sometimes her straying mind would become astonishingly active—embroidering bright and decorative things that she could say to Capes; sometimes it passed into a state of passive acquiescence, into a radiant, formless, golden joy. The two young fools laughed until they cried. But escape to where? She thought of the ships that sailed from the peninsulas to hot deserts where spices were traded. Or mad, just as the captain had said so many times. Tell me exactly what has happened.
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