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It was her job to keep the house as neat as a pin, up to the high standard that Sheila expected, being a nurse. There were dark rims under her eyes, soft now with unshed tears. Spurlock sat limply, his arms hanging. “I shall come back, if at all, a new man. “I am developing ailments,” she said, meeting his questioning eyes. ” “Where is your husband?” Anna asked.
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