‘How so?’ he asked, and she noted that he allowed his pistol to dangle a little from his fingers. The glance, which he threw at the door, was singularly expressive of his character: it was a mixture of alarm, effrontery, and resolution. Spurlock advanced, the censer swung high. “I want to ask you a question,” she said abruptly. I've watched this lad—this Sheppard—from infancy; and, though I have apparently concerned myself little about him, I have never lost sight of my purpose.
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