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The Wastrel wiped the blood from his forehead. There was only one clean spot in the picture—the ship's wash (all white) that fluttered on a line stretched between the two masts. Few approached the émigrés directly, preferring to stare covertly from behind their fans, while pretending to admire the simple elegance of Lady Bicknacre’s neo-classical refurbishments.
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