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For just as though a vague likeness is sometimes
borne swiftly in upon one, so a vague dissimilarity between the face on the
poster and the heroine of his thoughts had slowly crept into his consciousness. “—and your aunt—”
For a time he searched for the mot juste. 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. Her tears dissipated as she began to convulse,
completely devoid of any spare fluid. To Ah Cum, who was watching her covertly, the smile was like a bit of
unexpected sunshine. "If you've a
fancy for the girl, we might do it. —Your father, Sir Montacute Trenchard, who
had been a loyal subject of King James the Second, and borne arms in his
service, on the abdication of that monarch, turned his back upon the Stuarts, and
would never afterwards recognise their claims to the crown. Even were she to
get an opportunity to scream, it would be some time before such a call,
unprecedented though it might be, brought the nuns so much out of their
absorption that they interrupted their prayer to investigate. I sometimes laid away my father's clothes
in his trunk. . “You are certain of this.
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