He would come swiftly to her aid, she knew it. Spurlock was fond of dogs; he was fond of this offspring of many mesalliances; but he never made any attempt to win Rollo, to share him. Her mind jumped with questions as fear raced through her and hardened into a bid for retaliation. He reached a silver cigar and cigarette box from the sideboard and put it before his father-in-law, and for a time the preliminaries of smoking occupied them both. The Storm. Generations had been born and died in between the times she had gotten laid.
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