‘You don’t favour her, bar the black hair. Giles's round-house. The thought of their faces, and particularly of her aunt’s, as it would meet the fact— disconcerted, unfriendly, condemning, pained—occurred to her again and again. She became angry with herself. His face was half hidden under a freshly pipeclayed sola topee—sun-helmet. ” She said fretfully.
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