Her hair was held back in a filigreed barrette. It was enough that Spurlock had been taken aboard The Tigress. She was dressed in a simple evening gown of soft creamy silk, with a yoke of dark old embroidery that enhanced the gentle gravity of her style, and her black hair flowed off her open forehead to pass under the control of a simple ribbon of silver. A beachcomber in embryo, and she had lent a hand through habit as much as through pity. This obstacle, which appeared to preclude the possibility of egress in that quarter, was speedily got rid of. She could tell that he was leering at her. "We'll see that," replied Jonathan.
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