Ruth sighed; Spurlock stood up and drew his hand across his forehead as if awakening from a dream. Born on a South Sea island, she said. “Now I should like to know,” she said, looking at him with a quiet smile, “what you are doing here? It is not a particularly inspiring neighbourhood for walking about by yourself. He stopped, panting hard, slamming his cane to the floor to make use of its much-needed support. Immediately Spurlock began to chant one of these. Do have another. “Of course I will,” he answered. “Where would you like to go? Are you hungry?” “No.
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