Who could say that the two weren't in collusion? When a chap like Spurlock jumped the traces, cherchez la femme, every time. Her figure, though slight, had all the fulness of health; and her complexion—still pale, but without its former sickly cast,—contrasted agreeably, by its extreme fairness, with the dark brows and darker lashes that shaded eyes which, if they had lost some of their original brilliancy, had gained infinitely more in the soft and chastened lustre that replaced it. “Who is the tenant of these rooms?” he inquired. "The gen'l'man'll be here directly. ” “Do you mean,” Courtlaw asked, “that from now to the end of the six months you do not wish to see us—any of us?” Her eyes were a little dim again. ” Horace, the manservant, transformed now into the semblance of a correctly garbed waiter, threw open the door.
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