She will cry for days and nights together. Not entirely. "To-morrow night!" said Spurlock, in a wondering whisper. Their flitting hands were always touching. It was maddening to be made to feel that he was in any way the inferior of this cool, self-possessed young woman, whose eyes seemed for a moment to scintillate with scorn. ‘How she pouted, and tried to make out that she had been imposed upon. But whatever she may have said was lost as Gerald pinned her to the wall, the point of the sword at her throat.
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