A thickly-set, sandy young man, with an unwholesome complexion and grease-smooth hair, had entered the room. "I cannot sign it," returned Trenchard. “My sister,” she murmured, “is so independent. You have taken my dagger. As she raised it, its lower portion fell apart into two baggy crimson masses.
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