He went on munching his water-chestnuts, and stared at the skyline. After an hour of waiting, she slammed her bedroom door and he returned to his basement. He had nothing more to say either to her or to Spurlock. She would be in the library, her favorite place, or on the bench by the colored glass window with her embroidery. You must keep out of the way till it's blown over. She had a few acquaintances, English gentlemen, but she lived with her sister—was a lady. “He just wants to get laid, you know. Mr.
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