It was free of leering men, unthinkable punishments, and human evil. 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. That night she found a ship bound to sail for the heathen nation called America.
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