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His countenance was pale as death, but not a muscle quivered; nor did he betray the slightest appearance of fear. And in these crowded four weeks, what had she learned? That all horizons were lies: that smiles and handshakes and goodbyes and welcomes were lies: that there were really no to-morrows, only a treadmill of to-days: and that out of these lies and mirages she had plucked a bitter truth—she was alone. But she made a pretence of struggling a little, for it would be out of character for her not to do so and she did not want to arouse his suspicions. And instead he found her playing the great lady, and playing it well. \" Mark was tall and skinny, a mop of brown hair over a pillar of freckles.
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