If I were a clean, free man—We’ll have to talk of all these things. It would be downright cruel to disillusion her. “You can count upon me, Nigel,” she said. ” She muttered some unlady-like comment upon herself under her breath and engaged in secret additions. Notwithstanding her emaciation, her features still retained something of a pleasing expression, and might have been termed beautiful, had it not been for that repulsive freshness of lip denoting the habitual dram-drinker; a freshness in her case rendered the more shocking from the almost livid hue of the rest of her complexion.
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