" The walls appeared to rock; bulging shadows reached out; the candle flames became mocking eyes; and the blood drummed thunderously in Spurlock's ears. One day her mother swept into the bedroom of the family townhouse, sweeping across the floor with a bundle in her arms. I did not want anything made smooth and easy for me. Groans and hoots were now raised by the crowd, and there was an evident disposition to rescue. "Come with me, my love, come—come," cried his mother, seizing his hand, and endeavouring to force him away.
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