She had to resist an impulse of sheer terror, to run out after them and give in. ‘This journey I do not like,’ she said more loudly. CHAPTER XXIV Spurlock's novel was a tale of regeneration. ‘I have the means to compel you. I can’t. ‘Ah, yes? To what do I pretend?’ ‘That,’ Gerald said regretfully, ‘I have not yet been able to fathom. Accordingly, having armed himself with various weapons, including a stout oaken staff then ordinarily borne by the watch, and put a coil of rope and a gag in his pocket, to be ready in case of need, he set out, about ten o'clock, on the expedition. " McClintock without further speech strode toward his bungalow; and half an hour later Spurlock, passing, heard the piano-tuning key at work. “I think we are growing sensible,” he said. “I’m not the Devil.
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