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“My friend,” she said, “I have been your pupil for two years. She wore a plain black dress, reaching almost to her throat—her small oval face, with the large brown eyes, was colourless, delicately expressive, yet with something mysterious in its Sphinx-like immobility. But she no longer felt Jacomo’s age, even if she looked it. Behind the poet came Sir James Thornhill. In the mean time, let me advise you as a friend not to irritate him by a refusal, which would be as useless as vexatious. “You are a funny, a very funny young lady,” he said, “but we waste time here. “I don’t have time for this. I'll speak to McClintock to-night and see if he won't take us for a junket on The Tigress.
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