"Thank Heaven!" she gasped. 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. After great exertions on both parts, the spike yielded to their combined strength, and snapped suddenly off. Just dreamed—and ran away even from my dreams. Most of the vessels lying in the river were driven from their moorings, dashed tumultuously against each other, or blown ashore.
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