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‘How she pouted, and tried to make out that she had been imposed upon. Spurlock relaxed, suddenly, and sank deeply into his pillows. He seemed to possess a penetration and cunning beyond his years—to hide a man's judgment under a boy's mask. “I cannot but conclude,” he said, “that your errand involved the recital to my wife of some trouble in which you find yourself. ‘And me—’ ‘You, mademoiselle, are more trouble than you’re worth, and I’ll thank you to —’ ‘Hilary, don’t,’ said Lucy, and Melusine’s rising temper cooled a little. And I want you for myself—for my wife. He is not in a state of mind to bear it. I overheard Jonathan Wild's instructions to Quilt Arnold, and though he spoke in slang, and in an under tone, my quick ears, and acquaintance with the thieves' lingo, enabled me to make out every word he uttered. And I affirm to you, on my own conviction, that she who falls, because she has not strength granted her to struggle with affliction, may be reclaimed,—may repent, and be forgiven,—even as she, whose sins, 'though many, were forgiven her'. For some time he could not stir, but felt sick and exhausted. No! I do not even know that he cares for me. Your servant, Mr. God is a jealous God, and He turned upon me relentlessly. " Spurlock's glance shot up, flaming again. Whence she came,—who she was,—and what she wanted,—were questions which naturally suggested themselves to Blueskin, and he was about to seek for some explanation, when his curiosity was checked by a gesture of silence from the lady.
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