"Your servant, Sir Rowland," said the stranger, ducking his head, as he
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Spurlock pushed back his helmet and sat down in the white sand, buckling his
knees and folding his arms around them—pondering. “Your arrival is really most opportune. I told you, Sir Rowland," he
added, turning to the knight, and chuckling, "the devil never deserts me. ” She hesitated. It was a charming sight to watch the motions of her tiny fingers as she pursued
her task; and though the posture she adopted was not the most favourable that
might have been chosen for the display of her sylphlike figure, there was
something in her attitude, and the glow of her countenance, lighted up by the
mellow radiance of the setting sun falling upon her through the panes of the little
dormer-window, that seemed to the youth inexpressibly beautiful. Sheila was a stout woman, her bosoms huge, her face
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