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The blood slowly ebbed from Arnott's face, leaving his features pale and drawn, in strong contrast with his dark eyes, and the mass of raven hair upon his head. Then he flushed a pale, shamed red as he turned to Ida. Reproach and perhaps a hint of anger lit up his eyes.
"Is this fair?"