org/license). "I'm afraid I must decline to tell you. 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 mounted the stairs of the theatrical agent’s office with very much less than her usual buoyancy, nor did she find much encouragement in the general appearance of the room into which she was shown. “Mary!” He whispered loudly. “Want to see the upstairs?” “Sure. " "I'll give you something better worth keeping," she answered, detaching the ornament from her neck, and presenting it to him; "this contains a lock of my hair, and may remind you sometimes of your little sister. He had tossed an honoured name into the mire; he required no prison bars to accentuate this misery. " Rambling in this way, the matron at length came to a halt, and taking out a key, pointed to a door and said, "This is Mrs. "Would you rather be alone?" "No. Sheppard; and, as soon as he could command his feelings, which were considerably excited by the mention of her distresses, he squeezed her hand warmly, bestowed a hearty execration upon his own inhumanity, and swore he would neither separate her from her child, nor suffer any one else to separate them.
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