The starling, on which the carpenter stood, was the fourth from the Surrey shore. Her patience was waning fast. 1703. Your time isn't come yet. " "And I will, if I can, depend upon it," answered Sheppard, with a laugh. 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. His face, as he looked down where his hand sought for a weapon concealed in her petticoat, was so close that she could see only the line of his firm jaw, the drag of his powdered hair that drew it into the military pigtail, and the black ribbon that adorned it.
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