This morning I met him at the dock, and he wouldn't
take the other fifty. 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. ’
‘About me?’ The lady’s lashes fluttered and her fan came up. Evidently in the flower of his age, he was scarcely less remarkable for
symmetry of person than for comeliness of feature; and, though his attire was
plain and unpretending, it was such as could be worn only by one belonging to
the higher ranks of society. He was safe, out of the beaten track, at last really comparable
to the needle in the haystack. ”
“Please go then, Mr.
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