To-day is for the sights; the other three days—lessons. Her safety lay in pretense—that what she saw was as a tale twice told. Not wisely but too well. Her hair was of the darkest brown, and finest texture; and, when unloosed, hung down to her heels. I can withstand sunlight. Part of her felt like laughing insanely at how badly she had been duped. It needs cultivating, I think. Spurlock felt very well pleased with himself.
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