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We’d soon cool that temper of yours. Spurlock halted in his tracks. He sat back in an easy chair with a hand upon each of the elbows, and looked steadfastly into the fire. She answered weakly, “I’m fine, John. “Come,” he said, “you can’t be meaning to bury yourself. And I think also that Gosse—I mean that one who calls himself Valade—stole it. There’s nothing a girl can do that isn’t sweated to the bone.
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