" A moment afterwards, they quitted the house. Even now she could trace the outline of his shape behind the left-hand curtain. But her words were not addressed to Melusine. Lucy clutched the pencil in defeat. The face of the man who lay there was clearly visible. But never had the hand touched her with a father's caress; never had he taken her into his arms; never had he kissed her. Such stories were increasingly heard in English society. Some of the hotel guests can act as witnesses. 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.
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