They sold him the whisky. "Out of the beaten track, with a real man for an employer? How would that strike you?" Interest shot into Spurlock's eyes; it spread to his wan face. She addressed Capes as though she spoke to him alone. His job as a painter was wearing him down acutely as he aged. For a time she promenaded the room. ’ ‘I still think you ought to have waited, miss. ” She replied weakly. ” “And what do you think I ought to do?” “Exactly!” He lifted a paper-weight and dabbed it gently down again.
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