As the Wastrel rushed, Spurlock sidestepped, swept the ball into his hand, set himself and threw it. Her complexion was wan and faded, except where it was tinged by a slight hectic flush, that made the want of colour more palpable; her eyes were large and black, but heavy and lustreless; her cheeks sunken; her frame emaciated; her dark hair thickly scattered with gray. For she and this old lady became at once friends.
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