She softened her tone and scrambled for the right words. A tourist caravan of four pole-chairs jogged along a narrow street. Wary they might be. She fell into another slumber, one which was more like a blackout. “Never. ” She said. Her bonnet dropped off and was trampled into the gutter. "Your name is Spurlock?" "It is. If nothing else had clinched that, the purse had. She winced as he thrust the fact at her, was about to answer, and checked herself. He was apt to play so many games, she was afraid she might have misunderstood.
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