. A black-garbed figure crept forward, noiselessly, towards Gosse’s back. She saw now that it was not a dissipated face; it was as smooth and unlined as polished marble, which at present it resembled. What more could any reasonable man— especially a watchman—desire? Besides, the Marquis, is a devilish fine fellow, and a particular friend of mine. He wasn't sure, but he thought he saw a faint shudder stir her shoulders. "There won't be much left for you," he said.
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