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SHE stood watching the crowd on the pier; a slim upright little figure, in a shabby waterproof, and a woollen cap crammed down on her head, and hiding the soft silky curls underneath it.
Her small face with its clear pallor, dark speaking eyes, and sensitive lips, struck more than one observer with peculiar interest.