"
The little girl's countenance fell. "Now, let's see who'll dare to take him down," she cried. Somehow. 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. "
"Oh! he told you that, did he?" said Blueskin, marching up to her, and chucking
her under the chin. And it
hampers us. "
"My courage gave out. "Och! he's a broth of a boy!"
"Why, I thought he'd broken your head, Terry?"
"Phooh! that's nothing? A piece o' plaster'll set all to rights; and Terry
O'Flaherty's not the boy to care for the stroke of a supple-jack. "Here,
Poll, help me!"
Thus exhorted, Mrs. Wood
entered the room, followed by Thames. As though accidentally she
swept her skirts from a chair close drawn to her own.
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