’ Lucy was silent for a space, once again wearing that inscrutable expression. “Don’t you know, child, that this is torture for me? What in God’s name more can you have to tell me?” Her face had become almost like a marble image. 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. He felt his heart beat faster and faster—his self-restraint slipping away. Spurlock was no longer a man before this instinct; he was a child in trouble.
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