On a stool eight feet high sat a small boy in a faded blue cotton, his face like that of young Buddha. Because here was the haven for which she had been blindly groping: the positive abolition of all her father's rights in her—the right to drag her back. 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. When night fell, he crept into the town of Tottenham. Ann Veronica was excited and puzzled, with a sense of a strange and disconcerting new light breaking over her relations with Ramage.
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