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pglaf. The doctor nodded to him curtly. Spurlock had sensed what had gone completely over McClintock's head—that this was the playing of a soul in damnation. “No, no, no. “I wonder,” he said, “how you would like to be made love to—boldly or timorously or sentimentally. He stood up, apparently intending to put an arm about her, but she stepped back from him quickly. She made a few protests, a few excuses for her action in accepting him, a few lame explanations, but he did not heed them or care for them. The wish was vain: and, endeavouring to banish every earthly thought, he addressed himself deeply and sincerely to prayer. But after all, what did it matter whether she had secrets or not? To him she was not a woman but a symbol; and one did not investigate the antecedents of symbols.
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