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thought them both remarkably plain, but Mr. The old lady’s face was stiff with anger. What right had
she to call herself “Alcide”? It was abominable, an imposture. His face darkened. She had
tried him as a Crusader, in which guise he seemed plausible but heavy—“There
IS something heavy about him; I wonder if it’s his mustache?”—and as a Hussar,
which made him preposterous, and as a Black Brunswicker, which was better,
and as an Arab sheik. At the present moment she was living in a world of her own creation, a carnival
of brave men and fair women, characters out of the tales she had so newly read
for the first time. ‘You should not kiss me at all,
and undoubtedly I should kill you. Someone had thoughtfully wrapped a bit of tissue
paper round the electric bulb. The Victorians over-did it a little, I admit.
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