For a few minutes all was silent. " The walls appeared to rock; bulging shadows reached out; the candle flames became mocking eyes; and the blood drummed thunderously in Spurlock's ears. She was dressed in a simple evening gown of soft creamy silk, with a yoke of dark old embroidery that enhanced the gentle gravity of her style, and her black hair flowed off her open forehead to pass under the control of a simple ribbon of silver. The idea of your being a failure would never have occurred to me. ‘I lived with the Valades for some years. CHAPTER XXIV Spurlock's novel was a tale of regeneration.
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