Spurlock bent his head to his knees. ‘It is nothing. ‘I can’t tell you the times I’ve wished for a gun to point at Hilary’s head. He was a manly man, free from any strong maternal strain, and he had loved his dark-eyed, dainty bright-colored, and active little wife with a real vein of passion in his sentiment. She began rubbing it with her pocket-handkerchief. They would be partners only in loneliness. ” “We will have some tea in the drawing-room as soon as ever we can—and I will take my things off.
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