The night before they made McClintock's Ruth and Spurlock leaned over the rail, their shoulders touching. “What do you mean, hanging round with my wife?” he answered fiercely. It was evident the lady’s servant knew his mistress, for he had come equipped with a tray upon which reposed a decanter and two glasses. ‘Sapristi,’ he gasped. ‘I do not steal,’ declared the lady hotly. 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.
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