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When he was concentrating, deep shadows formed under his gray eyes. Spurlock slumped in his chair, weak and empty. The place was gloomy, with its darkly panelled walls, but it was sparsely furnished. "Would you rather be alone?" "No. All her tender lures, inherent and acquired, had shattered themselves futilely against the reserve he had set between them. The ledge, along which he crawled, was about a foot wide.
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