She staggered to the fireplace and thrust it into the heart of the dying flames. " "Write him," urged Spurlock, finding speech. She refused coffee, though she knew that anyhow she was doomed to a sleepless night. He was almost frightening in silhouette, his hair uncontrollable under the best of circumstances, but that changed when you saw his face.
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