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The door closed softly upon her. 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. They were the three most beautiful women I had ever seen. Go away now, there’s a good lad. Then came the great day. Mr. "Nothing whatever," rejoined the thief-taker, coldly. I'm a slave to my word.
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