She wore a wonderful dress of turquoise blue, made by a great dressmaker for a function which she knew very well now that she would never attend. She was an Egyptian, from the magical times. "You came hither under my protection, and you shall depart freely,—nay, more, you shall have an hour's grace. It was a moment or two before Gerald, opening his eyes on the girl’s astounded expression, recollected himself sufficiently to pull out of the extraordinary impact she’d had on him. Wood laughed louder than ever. The sword, Jacques.
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