His face fell. Raven locks fell to her shoulders from under the feathered beaver hat, and curled away down her back. He had a quick, shrewd, merry eye, and a look in which duplicity was agreeably veiled by good humour. As for himself, there had never been a touch of it. She would ignore him. "I've done with you. I don’t play anything.
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