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Spurlock grew cold. Then suddenly with a rush came reality, came “growing up”; a hasty imperative appeal for seriousness, for supreme seriousness. He had absorbed her in a single glance, and was now defining her as he worked. Just go about with him. “You shall go,” he declared. She sat, crouched together, by the corner of the hearthrug under the bookcase that supported the pig’s skull, and looked into the fire and up at Ann Veronica’s face, and let herself go.
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