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Spurlock plodded through the heavy sand, leaden in the heart and mind as well as in the feet. I’ve more than twice your strength and at least ten times your cunning, when it’s needed. Such was the condition of his mind that the danger exhilarated rather than depressed him. You did not complain then that I personated you—no, nor when Sir John came to me in Paris, and for your sake I lied. There was the stile on which Jonathan had sat, and he recollected distinctly the effect of his mocking glance— how it had hardened his heart against his mother's prayer. The two friends contrasted strikingly with each other. ‘One of your countrymen, perhaps?’ The girl clammed up, the moon of her white face staring up at him in the darkness. He held her hand in his, cupped together like a pair of shells for the rest of the hour. She was dressed in a little white frock, with a very long body, and very short sleeves, which looked (from a certain fullness about the hips,) as if it was intended to be worn with a hoop. Well, I don’t think that’s fair. Jonathan is capable of anything. A silver necklace enhanced the dusky beauty of her neck.
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