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They were headed by an athleticlooking, swarthy-featured man, who was armed with a cutlass, which he waved over his head to cheer on his companions. His diminutive hand flew out from behind his back like a wounded bird. Their faces were masks of abject horror, sunken and shriveled, their cheekbones protruding. “In Paris your sister appeared to me to be a charming student of frivolity. ” “You have not answered my question,” he reminded her.
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