“Well,” she admitted. So, after the dinner was over, Spurlock took her home; and worked far into the night. "To those who, like me, have never been able to get out of the dark and dreary paths of life, the grave is indeed a refuge, and the sooner they reach it the better. Breakfast, too, was an impossible occasion. I made Hainault’s acquaintance, stood him drinks, lent him money. ‘Take this. He could not see these two shrinking misses capering about in a nun’s habit and brandishing a defiant pistol. The unexpected twist—his disclosure to McClintock—had given Spurlock but temporary relief. For a time she could scarcely believe he was gone.
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