We dine at seven-thirty. " Spurlock's glance shot up, flaming again. He wore a threecornered hat, a sandy-coloured scratch wig, and had a thick woollen wrapper folded round his throat. " The doctor had entered the room fully determined to tell the patient the major part of Ruth's story, to inspire him with proper respect and gratitude. ‘That is what she wants, is it?’ ‘Do you blame her?’ he said stiffly.
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