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Quite!” He sat in the arm-chair and took tea, and consumed several of the extra cakes which she had sent out for and talked to her and expressed himself, looking very earnestly at her with his deep-set eyes, and carefully avoiding any crumbs on his mustache the while. Little more’n a week. . He beheld a tall gaunt man, his brown face corrugated like a winter's road, grim, stony. ’. “I do not think so. " "Then you are taking me on?" Spurlock's eyes grew soft like those of a dog that, expecting the whip, saw only the kindly hand. ” She slipped it on her finger, and added, in a voice she tried to make matter-of-fact: “It was given to me last week. That there Frenchie didn’t look any too friendly to me. She played “Happy Birthday” for John, after which they plied her with a dozen requests. “I opened my eyes, and she was bending over my bedside.
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