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Spurlock, filled with self-mockery, sat in a chair on the west veranda. The sun shined weakly through brief pinpricks 90 in the thick cloud cover, the weather was brewing a storm. The present divinity of the cellar was a comely middle-aged dame, almost as stout, and quite as shrill-voiced, as the Billingsgate fish-wives above-mentioned, Mrs.
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