She glanced into his face. Coarse as were the ruffian's notions of feminine beauty, he
could not be insensible to the surpassing loveliness of the fair creature, who had
thus solicited his attention. "But, it strikes me,
I've heard that Mrs. Spurlock mused over the previous night. She sat there, a mark for boulevarders,
the unconscious object of numberless wondering glances. Left to himself, he took a survey of the room, and his
heart leaped as he beheld over the, chimney-piece, a portrait of himself. To these a heavy wooden apparatus was
attached, which could be raised or lowered at pleasure by pullies. She leaves town
to-morrow. ’
Kimble chewed his lip, but his hostility was visibly lessening.
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