The sun was setting in spectacular multicolored streams beyond Whitefield Park. Her eye met his four inches away, and his was glaring, immense, and full of resolution, a stupendous monster of an eye. "Do you mean to tell me he's come and gone in an hour? What the devil kind of a father is he?" Spurlock shook his head. It is so difficult.
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