We went our ways. A black-garbed figure crept forward, noiselessly, towards Gosse’s back. Her formerly brown hair was dyed a white shade of blonde. "Vell," he growled, addressing Quilt, "you know who's here, I suppose?" "To be sure I do," replied Quilt; "my noble friend, the Marquis of Slaughterford. Time after time he sent Spurlock into this corner or that; but always the boy regained his feet before the murderous boot could reach the mark. I would not have him know—now—for the world. Detached, it was not impossible that she would be forced to leave the dining room because of invading tears.
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