She complained of the crowded cities, dismayed that the people were repopulating them like rabbits. I said I knew he disliked and distrusted you and your work—that you shared all Russell’s opinions: he hates Russell beyond measure—and that we couldn’t possibly face a conventional marriage. Spurlock knew exactly what he was doing, however: speculative mischief, to see how she would act. Upon this grateful animal she lavished that affection which was subtly repelled by its lawful object. "Ah!" he exclaimed, "a letter, beginning 'dearest Aliva,'—that's your mother's name, Thames.
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