Her companion was a portly handsome man, also dressed in a full suit of the deepest mourning, with the finest of lace at his bosom and wrists, and a sword in a black sheath by his side. “You have put all your life in my hands,” he declared. “Why don’t you?” “Well, it might mean rather a row.
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