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The man who had the reputation of being able to read criminals unerringly glanced keenly at the man's face. "Good morning, Mr Greyquill," said the young lady, bestowing upon him one of those sweet and gracious smiles with which she favoured nearly all, thus rendering herself as much beloved for her cordial charm of manner as she was admired by the women and adored by the men for her singular beauty of face and graces of person. "I'll be long shortly; don't you wait fer me.".
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