“He’s a Fellow of the Royal Society, and he can’t be much over thirty,” said Miss Klegg. " "The same who was here just now?" "No, Sir Rowland, a much finer boy. "A thousand dollars in British pounds!… A thousand dollars for four short stories!" The tan on Spurlock's face lightened. She sat on the edge of her bed and looked about her, at her room, at the row of black-covered books and the pig’s skull.
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