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" CHAPTER XI. Not to go to her is wickeder than if I had run away with my friend's wife. ’ Gerald gazed at her without expression. Her fancy dress, save for the green-gray stockings, the pseudo-Turkish slippers, and baggy silk trousered ends natural to a Corsair’s bride, was hidden in a large black-silk-hooded operacloak. ’ Mrs Prudence Sindlesham, a widow of several years’ standing, so she told Gerald, was a scarecrow of a female, long and lank of limb in a figure that had once been willowy. *** START: FULL LICENSE *** THE FULL PROJECT GUTENBERG LICENSE PLEASE READ THIS BEFORE YOU DISTRIBUTE OR USE THIS WORK To protect the Project Gutenberg-tm mission of promoting the free distribution of electronic works, by using or distributing this work (or any other work associated in any way with the phrase “Project Gutenberg”), you agree to comply with all the terms of the Full Project Gutenberg-tm License (available with this file or online at http://gutenberg. ‘You wouldn’t know one end of a pistol from the other. . " This frankness rather subdued Spurlock. She glanced towards her sister, and curiously enough found in her face some faint reflection of her own rather sombre mirth. She had not at first the power for concealment.
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