” He was silent for a moment or two. It was past seven when she got back to her hotel. I hope I may never come near 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. Then her head disappeared suddenly in her hands, and her shoulders shook violently. Would a hundred dollars interest you?" "Very much, if I can earn it without offending my conscience. ” “They’ll find out. “Won’t you sit down,” she said, “and tell me what you want to say?” Her voice was flat and faint. But I shall lose my wager if I stay a moment longer—so here goes. I don’t want to get old or to watch my kids get married or retire. He asked her whether she understood what she was saying, and went on to say still more precisely that she should never touch a penny of his money until she came home again—not one penny.
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