The eyes left him, searching beside the chair for her cane. They did not spend most days together. Superstition—you knock into it whichever way you turn. “Look here, daddy,” she said, in a tone of great reasonableness, “I MUST go to that dance, you know. Spurlock, filled with self-mockery, sat in a chair on the west veranda.
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