" "You read those yarns?" Spurlock's head came about, and there was eagerness in his eyes. . ” She said. . ’ Leaning down, she raised the hem of the petticoat of her habit to reveal a neat little pair of boots on her feet. He might miss at this distance. Ascending the stairs, and conducting them along a sombre gallery, in which Trenchard noticed that every door was painted black, and numbered, he stopped at the entrance of a chamber; and, selecting a key from the bunch at his girdle, unlocked it. It was excellently done, especially as she loved good dinners. As he anticipated, he was here comparatively screened from the fury of the wind; and when he gazed upon the roaring fall beneath him, visible through the darkness in a glistening sheet of foam, his heart overflowed with gratitude for his providential deliverance. That person advanced towards him.
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