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“A little nervous. I can imagine nothing more pleasant in life than to help you, because I know it would pay to help you. ’ ‘But you must want more. Left alone with Edgeworth Bess, Jack burst into a loud laugh of exultation. Sometimes it seemed to him that he was an impostor: that Ruth believed him to be one Howard Spurlock, when he was only masquerading as Spurlock. “Agreed,” he said, “certainly,” and drew a checkbook toward him. Her eye met Miss Stanley’s understandingly, and she was if anything a trifle more affectionate in her greeting to Ann Veronica. “Mid-thirties. Russell burned like a beacon, but Capes illuminated by darting flashes and threw light, even if it was but momentary light, into a hundred corners that Russell left steadfastly in the shade. You don’t know. He stood with his hands in his pockets looking at Miss Klegg’s back. The beachcomber, the lowest in the human scale; and some day he would enter into this estate. At this point Lucy, in an effort perhaps—foolhardy, in Gerald’s opinion—to pour oil on troubled waters, rose swiftly to her feet and came towards the old man, her hand held out. And, if I can render you any service, you may command me.
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