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“Won’t you sit down,” she said, “and tell me what you want to say?” Her voice was flat and faint. I’m not such a bad sort. . They were familiar but more massive. “You seem to have come from Miss Pellissier’s rooms. Her fancy dress, save for the green-gray stockings, the pseudo-Turkish slippers, and baggy silk trousered ends natural to a Corsair’s bride, was hidden in a large black-silk-hooded operacloak.
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