"From Mr. " "Iss, Massa Ireton," replied the black. ” Tears flowed down her face. The father, granite; the daughter, fire: Spurlock saw the one and heard the other, his amazement indescribable. “I do hope I have been able to make you understand how I feel, that you don’t consider me a hopeless prig. ’ ‘Your husband?’ Gerald tutted. You see, I’m selfish.
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