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Race was frowning at anthony with a puzzled face. She had soon fixed on the size and sort of portrait. She hoped he would be pleased about the will and not annoyed. Perhaps a little ruthless as all those who plan boldly must be. Then she looked long and earnestly at her face in a small mirror and touched it up here and there - a little powder, more lip salve. Two lipsticks, rouge, compact. He never forgets anything.
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She hung her head. Smallweed, and thirdly because the contrast between those powerful expressions and his powerless figure is suggestive of a baleful old malignant who would be very wicked if he could.
