Standing before a mirror set on a dresser between the windows, two hands
frozen in the act of adjusting a wide-brimmed hat on her head, stood a lady in a
dark riding habit, her startled features turned towards the door. Under this unnerving scrutiny, a slow flush mounted to
the woman’s cheeks. Stanley changed his key. She was trembling a little. He laid down the knife, and fixed
a searching and distrustful gaze upon the writer, who continued his task,
unconscious of anything having happened. A large dog was then set at him by a stable-boy; but, striking the
animal with his faithful iron-bar, he speedily sent him yelping back. Can’t face a
scandal. The amazing tonic of the thought!
From time to time she laid her hand upon Spurlock's forehead: it was still cold. ‘I doubt very much whether they are yours at all.
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