“Only four spoonsful left,” she declared briskly, “and your turn to buy the next pound, Sydney. “Everything very nice, I am sure,” Miss Stanley murmured to Capes as he steered her to a place upon the little sofa before the fire. She saw marks in the dirt where he had been pacing. It’s—Mrs. Spurlock had sensed what had gone completely over McClintock's head—that this was the playing of a soul in damnation.
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