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Something insisted that those two were mysteriously linked—that the woman knew the man was there. This did not affect Spurlock. He then mounted the jaded hack, which had long since regained its legs, and was quietly browsing the grass at the road-side, and, striking spurs into its side, rode off. “I don’t think she will,” she said. It began to rain, a cold sweat of precipitation that was more sickly than refreshing.
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