“We are, or rather we were, so much alike then that the portrait of either of us would have done for the other. " Spurlock turned his dull eyes and tried to focus hers. . The hour for which, presumably, she had been created was drawing nigh. I’d rather starve!” For a moment the conversation hung upon that declaration. “I must live, you know. And from that point they went on to a thoroughly embittering wrangle. I was Annabel the rake, ‘Alcide’ of the music halls.
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