Spurling. Moored to the steps, several wherries were dancing in the rushing current, as if impatient of restraint. “But I have forbidden it!” he said, raising his voice. Besides this, each had a large black patch over his right eye, and a very queer twist at the left side of his mouth, so that if their object had been disguise, they could not have adopted better precautions. He was angry. He realized that he was committed to the path across the fields, an uninteresting walk at the best of times.
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