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. She opened one and found herself in a large untidy room set with chairs that were a little disarranged as if by an overnight meeting. ’ ‘Comment? How will it serve you to kill me?’ ‘I do not need to kill you. . I sent my check for ten thousand; and it has cost me six thousand to find you.
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