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She was as pale as death, but she seemed to have lost the power of movement. No wonder that Trenchard, as he gazed at this fearful being, should have some misgivings cross him. Her hair, once red, faded to a thin gray that she kept cut into a practical short bob. Wood, by whom it was formerly occupied. “An annuity—a sum of money paid to you yearly or quarterly through my solicitors, and which you can consider as a gift from your sister. She sat there, a mark for boulevarders, the unconscious object of numberless wondering glances. In fact, it would not surprise me to discover that they were both Leonardo’s. He had little money about him, and unless friends come to his aid he must be treated as a pauper. I'll try to think better of him in future. But he told me this much, that no matter how far Mr.

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