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CHAPTER X. "Well, if you won't come, I shall help myself, and that's unsociable," pursued the speaker, evidently, from the noise he made, suiting the action to the word. Presently he reached out and laid his hand upon Spurlock's motionless shoulders. I wanted it badly. Mother? Suzanne Valade, her mother? With deliberation, he spoke. I loved her beyond anything in heaven or on earth—to idolatry. " "Then he has been unfortunate?" "That's patent enough. We’ll go. '" "'This be the verse you grave for me: Here he lies where he longed to be; Home is the sailor, home from the sea. Standing before a mirror set on a dresser between the windows, two hands frozen in the act of adjusting a wide-brimmed hat on her head, stood a lady in a dark riding habit, her startled features turned towards the door.
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