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He pulled rein at the sight of her, saluted, and regarded her with his rather too protuberant eyes. It was the blood she found that cemented her decision that her foster daughter was a criminal. As she did so, the ruffles to the jacket of her riding habit fell away, exposing livid blue bruises about her wrist, ugly in the light of day from the window at their back. He spoke the automatic thought that entered his mind. He liked to draw her in, and she did her best to talk. Stanley, at the door. . Presently he caught her puzzled glance, and recollected himself, turning on the charm again. He was all alone, too. "No Blueskin, I perceive, Sir," he observed, in a deferential tone, as Wild entered the Lodge. She turned with an effort.
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