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F. She was ashamed of herself for the simple gladness she felt wash over her as the infant’s screams ended. I hope—I am sure that he did not see me. And I do not know you. “See you to-night, I suppose?” He sauntered off. “Please have a seat. She never grew angry for anything her husband did: such anger as came to her was directed against the lazy, incompetent servant who was always snooping about in the inner temple—Spurlock's study. An uncomfortable silence followed. Always I have said I will take care of myself, and I have done so. Perhaps I am still mad.
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