But pardon me; with what may I serve thee ?" "I came only for sixpenn'orth of tea-dust," the girl said, with a faltering voice; "but oh, I should like to hear you speak on for ever!" Only for sixpenn'orth of tea-dust?
Girl, thou camest for other things! Thou lovedst his voice?
Siren! what was the witchery of thine own?
He deftly made up the packet, and placed it in the little hand.

She paid for her small purchase, and with a farewell glance of her lustrous eyes, she left him.

She passed slowly through the portal, and in a moment was lost in the crowd.

It was noon in Chepe.

And George de Barnwell was alone.
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