“So Brendon and I,” he said, “have been troubled with the same fears. The scent of cloying pine dust filled the air as floodlights shone eerily through the jungle gym of new wood. I’ve got to run to get to my Study Hall. Meantime, a change had taken place in the weather. He seemed to know a great deal about life. I wish to prevent a repetition of any such errand as I presume you have come here upon this evening. . His voice had broken. . I don’t know. And they’ll shut the gates presently. His client’s story is safe with him. ’ ‘A pretty tale. For what could be more ironical than for Howard Spurlock to see himself grow famous under the name of Taber? The ambrosia of which he had so happily dreamt!—and this gall and wormwood! He stood up and rapped his pipe on the rail. Of course.
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