Here
one might live the life of golden days. He was
wrapped in a loose dressing-gown of light material, and stood near the corner
where the women's dresses had just been thrown down, quite out of sight of all
the party, except Mrs. The Chinamen raised the limp body and
carried it to the hall staircase, up which they mounted laboriously. 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. Gerald tried it. “You will come back, won’t you?”
He nodded cheerfully. I swear it. I had consecrated my life to His Work; and I took the primrose
path.
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