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She wore a plain black dress, reaching almost to her throat—her small oval face, with the large brown eyes, was colourless, delicately expressive, yet with something mysterious in its Sphinx-like immobility. Spurling, (for she it was,) either by her attractions of purse or person, had succeeded in moving the stony heart of Mr. “And where are YOU going?” he said. "Do nothing without consulting my father—your father, Thames," she implored. ‘The secret passage!’ It did not take long to find the mechanism of the candlesconce that opened the door. We'll turn the tables upon 'em yet. ‘Never.
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