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She never grew angry for anything her husband did: such anger as came to her was directed against the lazy, incompetent servant who was always snooping about in the inner temple—Spurlock's study. 59 He was not present during the night the next morning, or the next, or the next. “Can I bring you anything, sir—a whisky and soda, or a liqueur? You’ll excuse me, sir, but you haven’t touched your coffee. The latter haughtily returned his salutation, and flung himself, as if exhausted, into a chair. ‘And I’d like to know what the devil—’ ‘Out of town?’ repeated Melusine, stupefied. Only promise me to amend—to quit your vile companions—and I will forgive you—will bless you. He read "The Beachcombers" to McClintock that night after coffee; and when he had done, the old trader nodded.
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