’ Then she frowned. The father, granite; the daughter, fire: Spurlock saw the one and heard the other, his amazement indescribable. He seemed so clean anyway, his fair 215 skin, his light brown hair, there almost seemed to be no point. Now when I tell you exactly the truth, you will also not believe me. “It is an annoyance, my friend,” she said, “not a tragedy. I know what I am doing better than you do.
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