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Dear God, what a beautiful moment!" The fire went out of Spurlock's eyes and the shadow of hopeless weariness fell upon him. Relief flooded her. Manning, and that her aunt focussed a brightly tactful disregard upon this throughout the meal. "Her ladyship—" faltered the attendant. \"I don't eat lunch. She had removed her hat and utterly disarranged her already unruly black locks by running agitated fingers through them. Certainly I cannot kill you if you tell me to do so. She gave me an impression of a sort of patched quilt; little bits of patterned stuff coming up again and again. She read for half an hour, then closed the book because Spurlock appeared to have fallen asleep. Though not much passed the middle term of life, he seemed prematurely stricken with old age. Both arm-chairs had been moved a little so as to face each other on either side of the fender, and in the circular glow of the green-shaded lamp there lay, conspicuously waiting, a thick bundle of blue and white papers tied with pink tape. Just what in the world was that about? Before he could hazard a guess, Lucy looked back at him. Did he track her? She was unaware if he did. They were hailed as celebrities, the three of them. With this view, he descended the hill and presently found a footpath leading to the church.
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