” “You alarm me,” she murmured, smiling. “How I am to earn enough sous for my dinner to-morrow—or failing that, what I can sell. The amazing tonic of the thought! From time to time she laid her hand upon Spurlock's forehead: it was still cold. You were delicious in concert, by the way. The girl stood with her hands behind her back, sulky, resolute, and intelligent, a strand of her black hair over one eye and looking more than usually delicate-featured, and more than ever like an obdurate child.
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