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Christian started back as if stung, and in a moment his face turned from crimson to deadly white.
'Come in, Christian,' cried Priscilla, quite unconcerned at his appearance, and not rising from her seat; while Richard Orchardson, now a pale, thoughtful-looking young man, plainly but richly drest, looked quietly up, with the supercilious smile that Christian knew so well, and hated so much.