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She did her best to overhaul her own appearance for
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the greater part of an hour, blotting lips, fluffing the
brush over her face. ’
‘But what of justice?’ asked Lucilla, evidently dazed. The small Diedermayer clan was a captive
audience. ’
‘Then you will die at the hands of the canaille. “I beg your pardon,” he said, “but you appear to be a fellow countrywoman of
mine, and in some distress. I hope you won’t think less of me, you’ve
treated me so well. But his astonishment would have
been great indeed had he known that not even her father had ever caressed her,
either with lips or with hands. It isn’t sentiment but it’s horse sense. ’
‘Well, sir? Who is “she”? Not my granddaughter, I take it. .
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