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CHAPTER XXIV Spurlock's novel was a tale of regeneration. ‘Soi-disant? Then he is not Valade?’ ‘How can I know?’ she countered crossly. Never for a moment had violence come between these two since long ago he had, in spite of her mother’s protest in the background, carried her kicking and squalling to the nursery for some forgotten crime. ‘Alors, I see how is this. He slackened his pace as he reached the flat. Spurlock (himself verging upon the hysterical) welcomed the diversion. \" \"I'm sorry I didn't call. I’ve had the rarest luck and fallen on my feet. "Did you never see two gentlemen with only a couple of peepers between them before!" "Never, I'll be sworn!" said Smith, taking the opportunity of filling his glass while his comrade's back was turned; "we're a nat'ral cur'osity.
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