In the artificial light her skin had the tint and lustre of a yellow pearl. Run along now; but return in half an hour. "Why came she here?" "She could not resist the hand of fate which drew her hither," replied Sir Cecil, mournfully. Wood turned over to obtain a more comfortable position. I shall like to think of it—whenever I feel dull.
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