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The days sped past, and still the Duke did not come. Rupert and Léonie rode, fenced, and quarrelled together like two children, while, from afar, the Merivales watched, smiling.
"My dear," said his lordship, "she reminds me strangely of someone, but who it is I cannot for the life of me make out."