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Sometimes a whole morning would pass without Spurlock uttering a word beyond the request for a drink of water. In the twilight he had ceased to be a person one could tackle and shame; he had become something more general, a something that crawled and sneaked toward her and would not let her alone. Shortly afterwards,—it seemed an age to the anxious mother,—Mr. A deadly sickness came over her, the room seemed spinning round. There was no one to be seen in the great hall. It will be hot work, but it must be done at once. ‘You do not know how I am like my mother.
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