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"I wish you would tell me about him, Mr. Awdrey," said Margaret Douglas.
She was a handsome girl, tall and slightly made -- her eyes were black as night, her hair had a raven hue, her complexion was a pure olive. She was standing a little apart from a laughing, chattering group of boys and girls, young men and young ladies, with a respectable sprinkling of fathers and mothers, uncles and aunts. Awdrey stood a foot or two away from her -- his face was pale, he looked subdued and gentle.