" "You read those yarns?" Spurlock's head came about, and there was eagerness in his eyes. ” She replied. "Confusion! the rascal must have picked my pocket of your letters," whispered Kneebone, "What's to be done?" "What's to be done! Why, I'm undone! How imprudent in you not to burn them. Stanley came home at a quarter to six—an earlier train by fifteen minutes than he affected—his sister met him in the hall with a hushed expression. Spurlock was no longer a man before this instinct; he was a child in trouble. In the distance a barrel-organ was grinding out a pot pourri of popular airs.
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