Covering his face with a crape mask, and taking the candle
from his associate, Jack entered the room; and, pistol in hand, stepped up to the
bed, and approached the light to the eyes of the sleepers. I'm almost sorry I've sworn to hang you. What matters it? My servant, he is wounded—and by a
Frenchman, if you wish to make an arrest. Coarse as were the ruffian's notions of feminine beauty, he
could not be insensible to the surpassing loveliness of the fair creature, who had
thus solicited his attention. She had begun to care about
her appearance again, looking into the glass he gave her, a
thing nearly priceless that was bordered in intricate
golden filigree and rubies.
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