“It makes me feel,” he said, “that nothing is impossible—to have you here beside me. Her family had hosted a feast in his honor for which they had taken weeks to prepare: with braised capons and lobster sausages and all sorts of delicious spiced stews her mother had made from secret recipes. Still, the respite was sufficient for Spurlock to look about for some weapon. His technique had gained much subtlety over the years. On the next morning—Sunday—the day on which he expected his mother's funeral to take place, he set out along the Harrow Road.
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