There was a girlfriend who was mentally ill. A slender young man, wearing glasses, appeared from the shadow of the nearest van. "So, wanton, I have found you!" "Wanton! Why, you infernal liar!" cried Spurlock, striking at the arm. “You are not going out—this evening, I trust,” that lady asked, a trifle dismayed. The flowers and turf, a wild strawberry, a rare butterfly, and suchlike little intimate things had become more interesting than mountains. He thought of her and himself, and no longer in that vein of incidental adventure in which he had begun.
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