"You will never leave me," sobbed the poor woman, straining him to her breast. She thought of the smiles she would gather when she brought forth his first grandson. ***** Spurlock possessed that extraordinary condition of the mind which is called New England conscience. She wore a black satin dress, a little shiny at the seams, a purposeless bow of white tulle at the back of her neck, and a huge chatelaine. It was easy to recognize, the one thing that had stayed the same over the years. Wood, reproachfully, as they returned to the parlour.
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