Her hair was of the darkest brown, and finest texture; and, when unloosed, hung down to her heels. Gosse had to release his clamp on her mouth, for the awkwardness of the position made it impossible to negotiate the little stair. "There is nobody else. ’ Abruptly, the niggling doubt that had been plaguing Lord Charvill came sweeping to the surface. " "I am one-and-twenty," observed Jack. "This she-devil has got hold of the sack. It is her duty to tell me, and I would not have her think that I had been trying to work upon your sympathies to learn her secrets.
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