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She was retuning, fifths spilling from the sliver of light underneath the door like milk. ‘Anyhow, never mind that now. . 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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