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The girl nodded sagely. ‘What, miss?’ asked Jack Kimble from behind her. Spurlock relaxed, suddenly, and sank deeply into his pillows. He came as an agreeable diversion from an insoluble perplexity. All his interest in Ruth, all his care and solicitude, could now be translated into a single word—love. Oh, goodness! Bilking! Ann Veronica, you’re a bilker!” Pause. He had a narrow escape, however; for, passing within an inch of him, the bullet burried itself deeply in the wall. ‘Stay, Saling!’ The butler halted, looking round enquiringly. He would talk to Spurlock, but from the bench; as a judge, not as a chagrined lover. They walked across a moat of pea gravel that crunched like noisy cereal under their feet.
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