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Gradually McClintock shifted the burden to Spurlock's shoulders and retired among his books and music rolls. “What have you done?” 212 “It is your own fault, Lucia. He would refuse to listen and absolve her unshriven. But he was always forcing her to say and do such unexpectedly conclusive things. He hung over her—he and his loan to her and his connection with her and that terrible evening—a vague, disconcerting possibility of annoyance and exposure. “How do you know—why do you think that my name is Anna?” He smiled in a quietly superior way.
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