As Spurlock called her name, she paused and turned. That was the only sound he heard. "My own father!" Queerly the room and its objects receded and vanished; and there intervened a series of mental pictures that so long as she lived would ever be recurring. It was the first—and the last! At this juncture, the handle of the door was tried, and the voice of Mr. ‘Have no fear,’ he uttered soothingly, reaching out to pat her free hand. “Well?” she said, sitting down again.
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