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They sold him the whisky. While you talked I was only making our plans. ” “That’s if we succeed. Spurlock, filled with self-mockery, sat in a chair on the west veranda. ‘Poor Hilary. CHAPTER XXVII His idea, cleverly planned, was to shatter her resistance, to confound her suddenly by striking her mind with words which would rob her coherent thought. Something in her tone made him look up. Wood uttered something like an imprecation.
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