Spurlock sat limply, his arms hanging. So she took up Stevenson and began to read aloud. "Mother, I come to you. Ann Veronica readjusted her chin on her hand. "Mur—der!" roared Wood, struggling to free himself from his assailant, by whom he was half strangled. A little darling? Lord in heaven, he had taken leave of his senses. She stood up and he sat down at the microscope, and for a time he was busy scrutinizing one section after another.
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