‘I don’t want no gold! Not for serving my mistress. Have you suffered?" "Dear God!… every hour since!" "The Spurlock conscience. ’ ‘No, you are a gentleman,’ she agreed. Her eyes glistened in the darkness—for light was only admitted through a small grated window—like flames, and, as she fixed them on him, their glances seemed to penetrate his very soul. She gulped for air merely, for it had been difficult to breathe with his hand almost cutting off the supply to her lungs. It filled her with indefinable fear. "I have dreamed that I shall see him before I die," she rejoined. A snarl contorted his features, and he marched up to it, laying his pistol down on the marquetry table so that his hands were free to grab the picture off the wall.
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