“I shall probably want you to come down to the ‘Unusual’ to-morrow morning,” he said. Clarice rubbed her belly, singing songs to the unborn baby. She passed people in the streets and regarded them with a quickening apprehension, once or twice came girls dressed in slatternly finery, going toward Regent Street from out these places. I do not believe that you will marry David Courtlaw. The amazing tonic of the thought! From time to time she laid her hand upon Spurlock's forehead: it was still cold.
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