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She had something of the feeling a Hindoo must experience who has been into
surroundings or touched something that offends his caste. In the meanwhile, as he talked, he scrutinized her face, ran his
eyes over her careless, gracious poise, wondered hard about her. How long he continued thus he scarcely knew; but just before dawn, he managed
to regain his legs, and, crawling up a bank, perceived he was within a quarter of
a mile of Tottenham. “But
I wish,” she said, “I had some idea what I was really up to. ’
Looking round, she found the little coterie of soldiers crowded into the
passage behind them. She smiled mechanically at the
audience, holding her violin limply, feeling the hot lights
on her made-up face. I know not who you
are; and, as I cannot discern your face, I may be doing you an injustice. CHAPTER XXV
Spurlock pushed back his helmet and sat down in the white sand, buckling his
knees and folding his arms around them—pondering. Who is it?”
The man came a little further into the room. ’ It seems that I was mistaken.
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