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"Mon Dieu! Alleyne, saw you ever so lovely a face? " cried Ford as they hurried along together. "So pure, so peaceful, and so beautiful!"
"In sooth, yes. And the hue of the skin the most perfect that ever I saw. Marked you also how the hair curled round the brow? It was wonder fine."