This morning he heard voices—McClintock's and the Wastrel's. A fire enveloped her, a fire which was strangely healing, filling her heart with warmth, blotting out the menace of the world. Spurling, half aside. " "If this is the extent of it, Sir," returned the knight, ironically, "you may spare yourself further trouble.
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