The Well Hole 336 XIII. “Shit happens, John. Ruth sighed; Spurlock stood up and drew his hand across his forehead as if awakening from a dream. When the doctor came in—he had just finished his breakfast—O'Higgins rose and presented his card. The sun lingered, finally dropping beyond the dark canopy of pine trees at the edge of the park. Her long arms handled the sword with a memorized ease and grace. There was only one sound—the fall of the sea upon the main beach, and even that said: "Hush! Hush! Hus-s-sh!" Not a leaf stirred, not a shadow moved.
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