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. 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. Her eyes where glassy and shining. There was no broken faith—not even any question of anything of the sort. In truth, Sheila never saw Lucy murder anyone at all, she only saw the blood.
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