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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Mistress Wilding by Rafael Sabatini: foreboding..." He paused, sighed, then laughed and flung back his head,
as if throwing off some weight that had oppressed him.
It was admirably played; Nick Trenchard, had he observed it, might have
envied the performance; and it took effect with her, this adding of a
prospective martyr's crown to the hero's raiment he had earlier donned.
It was a master-touch worthy of one who was deeply learned - from the
school of foul experience - in the secret ways that lead to a woman's
favour. In a pursuit of this kind there was no subterfuge too mean,
no treachery too base for Sir Rowland Blake.
"Will you walk, mistress?" he said, and she, feeling that it were an
unkindness not to do his will, assented gravely. They moved down the
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