" "God help me, what a muddle!" The cigar crumbled in Spurlock's hand. . To-morrow he might be sorry; but to-day, this hour! She rose, not quickly, but with a dignity which only accentuated her beauty. She ran her gaze over him, and allowed her eyelashes to flutter down. On approaching the couch, they found Sir Rowland senseless, and extended over the dead body of his unfortunate sister. "Is this a season to speak on such a subject?" "Perhaps not," rejoined the woollen-draper; "but the uncontrollable violence of my passion must plead my excuse. "Tom! Hey, Tom!" The Chinese cook thrust his head into the dining room.
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