Annabel saw it, and suddenly changed her tone. "How go you like your quarters, sauce-box?" asked Sharples, in a jeering tone. Maybe the girl was telling the truth, and then again, maybe she wasn't. They talked lightly and smoked cigarettes till Anna, with a little laugh, threw open the window and let in the cool night air. "To-morrow night!" said Spurlock, in a wondering whisper.
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