As she drew off her skirt she felt something in the pocket, and remembered the letter which the commissionaire at the Carlton had given her. She broke a cobblestone over his head and he was out. In a moment his grasp grew weaker. I have been thinking—I will go to my wife again. Spurling, (for she it was,) either by her attractions of purse or person, had succeeded in moving the stony heart of Mr. Spurlock grew cold.
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