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McClintock's heart went out to Spurlock; he would always be the boy's friend, even though he had dragged this girl on to the rocks with him. “The adventures I do not doubt, Annabel,” she said. Here was one that subtly mocked her. But I can't consent to the course you would pursue—at least, not till I've given it due consideration. “Tell me,” she insisted, “why you look like that. Mother and Son. ‘I will make certain that we are unobserved. Humph. There was the cottage she had inhabited for so many years,—in those fields she had rambled,—at that church she had prayed. As the Wastrel rushed, Spurlock sidestepped, swept the ball into his hand, set himself and threw it.
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