If he ran less risk of being blown over, he stood a much greater chance of being washed off, or stifled. Another door was next opened, and, preceded by the ordinary, with the sacred volume in his hand, the prisoner entered the room. The father, granite; the daughter, fire: Spurlock saw the one and heard the other, his amazement indescribable. Jane was a smoldering auburn-haired Irish beauty who seldom spoke to anyone. The light of memory flashed in the man’s face. More than half the city perished.
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