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“Where?”
“To that ball. The Chapel
401
XX. But one must
disguise oneself. Then she
dropped the curtain and stepped back into the room. At length, the body was brought
towards him. 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. Blank it was, except for a gate near the
bridgehead. “Concern me!” she repeated fiercely. She stared out of the paned glass window, watching
the trees being blown bare by the gale force. ”
“Every one wants to be independent,” said Ann Veronica. ToC
"At length this tragedy is at an end," said Mr. This left Spurlock alone.
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