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‘Sapristi,’ he gasped. Spurlock. " "I don't know," said the doctor, dubiously. His shirt was unfastened, his vest unbuttoned, his hose ungartered; his feet were stuck into a pair of pantoufles, his arms into a greasy flannel dressing-gown, his head into a thrum-cap, the cap into a tie-periwig, and the wig into a gold-edged hat. ’ ‘I do. “You will have to eat soon,” he said cryptically. She was suddenly grave. CHAPTER VII The astonishing collapse of Spurlock created a tableau of short duration. Do you accept it?" "Dear Thames!" "Forgive this ill-timed avowal of my love. To reach the door they had to pass the end of the table, and behind the chair where Mr. I don't think. He made a note of the idea and stored it away.
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