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“My dear boy,” she exclaimed. “You are a thousand times more beautiful,” he said, “than anything else could be. She was always the last person to exit after the crowds had stampeded, trailing slowly behind them like dust. One point was that she was to wear fancy dress in the likeness of a Corsair’s bride, and the other was that she was to spend whatever vestiges of the night remained after the dance was over in London with the Widgett girls and a select party in “quite a decent little hotel” near Fitzroy Square. ‘Sir?’ Hilary threw a brief glance at Trodger, and quickly returned his intent gaze to the Frenchman, who had halted once more, and stood as if thinking deeply. There was a new softness in her eyes, a hesitation, a timidity about her manner which was almost pathetic. It would be useless to tell her to go back, even heartless; and yet he could not advise her to go on, blindly, not knowing whether her aunt was dead or alive. No mother would have sent her daughter into the world with such a wardrobe.
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