Perhaps this was the real turning point: the hour in which the disordered mind began permanently to readjust itself. He made his speech a little elaborately. "The pocket-book you prigged contained the letters I wanted. He regretted— more deeply than he could say—the occurrence of this evening. Sometimes it seemed to him that he was an impostor: that Ruth believed him to be one Howard Spurlock, when he was only masquerading as Spurlock.
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