Spurlock was basically a poet, quick to recognize beauty, animate or inanimate, and to transcribe it in unuttered words. She was extremely showily dressed, and her large hooped petticoat gave additional effect to her lofty stature. “Gods,” she said, at last, “I’ve done it this time!” “Well!” She took up the neat morocco purse, opened it, and examined the contents. "We'll give them the slip yet, and hang that butcherly thief-taker upon his own gibbet. So go up-stairs and get your things together while I look out for a hansom. “Won’t you have some more tea, Mr. This laughter released something that had been striving for expression—her own natural buoyancy. I do not know. She realized that with a pang of disgust and horror.
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