" "You mustn't think of that, Mrs. ” He left at once, immensely relieved, yet scarcely satisfied with himself as regarded his share of the interview with this young woman. Her hair was of the darkest brown, and finest texture; and, when unloosed, hung down to her heels. " "How so?" asked the other, distrustfully. She felt the whack from about six feet away, kitty corner. Spurling, for so was she named, had a warm nut-brown complexion, almost as dark as a Creole; and a moustache on her upper lip, that would have done no discredit to the oldest dragoon in the King's service. So do please believe that in this matter I am acting for the best.
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