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The Mystery of Mary by Grace Livingston Hill
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her brown hair, as he tried to converse easily with her, as an old friend
might.

At length the Judge turned to the girl and said:

"Miss Remington, you remind me strongly of a young woman who was in my
office this afternoon."

The delicate color flickered out of the girl's face entirely, leaving even
her lips white, but she lifted her dark eyes bravely to the kindly blue
ones, and with sweet dignity baffled the questioned recognition in his
look.

"Yes, you are so much like her that I would think you were--her sister
perhaps, if it were not for the name," Judge Blackwell went on. "She was a
most interesting and beautiful young lady." The old gentleman bestowed
upon the girl a look that was like a benediction. "Excuse me for speaking
of it, but her dress was something soft and beautiful, like yours, and
seemed to suit her face. I was deeply interested in her, although until
this afternoon she was a stranger. She came to me for a small matter of
business, and after it was attended to, and before she received the
papers, she disappeared! She had removed her hat and gloves, as she was
obliged to wait some time for certain matters to be looked up, and these
she left behind her. The hat is covered with long, handsome plumes of the
color of rich cream in coffee."

Young Dunham glanced down at the cloth of the girl's gown, and was
startled to find the same rich creamy-coffee tint in its silky folds; yet
she did not show by so much as a flicker of an eyelash that she was
passing under the keenest inspection. She toyed with the salted almonds
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