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“I don’t see that his being a good sort matters. You do not need my compliments. ” She murmured. Spurling bit her lips to conceal her mirth. Her hair was of the darkest brown, and finest texture; and, when unloosed, hung down to her heels. Lady Ferringhall listened, and her cheeks grew pale.
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