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THEY were a great contrast-these two-as they stood under the trees, in the deepening twilight of the shady garden.
She-Fay Grayling-very youthful-looking, even for her eighteen years, with her pretty, fair, flower-like face, her bright if somewhat shallow blue eyes, her light curly hair, and pouting red lips, which seemed like the unspent inheritance of childhood itself.