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. "Aha!" exclaimed Jackson. ‘But that is easy. ‘She?’
‘Damnation!’ He saw her frown, and added at once, ‘I beg your pardon,
ma’am. At this moment, Blueskin came up, and kept off the officers with his knife. Stanley pronounced, and seemed to
hesitate whether he had not gone too far. . Never mind. 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. "
"Let me have a glass of brandy," said he, addressing the host.
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