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She seemed smitten with a paroxysm of fear. Let him be sure. The amazing tonic of the thought! From time to time she laid her hand upon Spurlock's forehead: it was still cold. Gerald guessed she was biting her tongue on an explosive retort as she eyed him. “Is that so? Who says?” He demanded, his eyebrows arching as he looked at her with puerile glee. Her eyebrows were lifted in expostulation. It consisted of a full-dress coat of brown flowered velvet, laced with silver; a waistcoat of white satin, likewise richly embroidered; shoes with red heels, and large diamond buckles; pearlcoloured silk stockings with gold clocks; a muslin cravat, or steen-kirk, as it was termed, edged with the fine point lace; ruffles of the same material, and so ample as almost to hide the tips of his fingers; and a silver-hilted sword. And there was that dress of hers! She must be warned that she had been imposed upon. Earles glanced at it, and his eyes flashed with anger. At length, at the end of a passage, next to the cell where Mrs.
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