Her knees shook, her breath came fast, she almost felt the lurid effect of those tiny patches of rouge upon her pallor-stricken cheeks. But probably not the truth. We have both tried hard to develop it—you and I —and we have failed. She wet some absorbent cotton with alcohol and refreshed his face and neck. Evidently Ah Cum's luck had held good. Spurling had retired for the night.
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