Do you know how late it is?” She nodded. It was a purse. Spurling. Time after time he sent Spurlock into this corner or that; but always the boy regained his feet before the murderous boot could reach the mark. "Look at him!" Ruth looked. Annabel seated herself in an easy chair and determined to wait for her sister’s return. It was hard to resist. He had abandoned his oars, and the boat was drifting with the stream towards the enemy. “Why not? It might amuse me.
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