"These writer chaps are queer birds. “But I am at singing-pitch. Jonathan cast a hasty glance around, to see that all was properly arranged for his purpose; placed a chair with its back to the door; disposed the lights on the table so as to throw the entrance of the room more into shadow; and then flung himself into a seat to await Sir Rowland's arrival. This left Spurlock alone. And now, my love," she added, with a relenting look, "I'm content to make up our quarrel. She kept her face downcast.
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