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“I don’t want you to do it, to go on talking to me. " "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. Want to walk home today? Lucy slipped the paper into her English textbook. I needed a man the worst kind of way—a man I could keep for at least six months. Both arm-chairs had been moved a little so as to face each other on either side of the fender, and in the circular glow of the green-shaded lamp there lay, conspicuously waiting, a thick bundle of blue and white papers tied with pink tape. I'm going to be frank; we must have a clear understanding. ’ ‘Success?’ Her eyes narrowed. McClintock's initial revulsion was natural; he was an honest man. She put a hand to the lad’s cold cheek and choked on a sob.
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