Clotilde rushed out of the house, carrying her boy and tugging her girl by the ear. "You forget that you promised me a kiss the last time you were here. How she had fought her eagerness in the beginning, lest it reveal her ignorance of the marvels of mankind! The terror and ecstasy of that night in Singapore— the first city she had ever seen! There was still the impression that something akin to a miracle had piloted her successfully from one ordeal to another. Spurling, for so was she named, had a warm nut-brown complexion, almost as dark as a Creole; and a moustache on her upper lip, that would have done no discredit to the oldest dragoon in the King's service. “You!” she exclaimed. CHAPTER XXIII Next morning Ruth did not refer to the episode on the sands of the lagoon.
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