1. A militiaman came belting down the stairs, another leapt from outside the front door, and a third, stalwart and stolid, came in through the door that led to the rooms to the front of the house. She was sick of herself, of her life, of everything but him; and for him all her masked and hidden being was crying out. She turned a resolute face southward. Spurlock dove headlong at the other's legs, toppling the man. He, therefore, desires to interrogate him. "A bad girl?" She put the question as she would have put any question—leveleyed and level-toned. She threw him his car keys. I am tired, and I want to be alone.
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