I hate to see you spoil yourself with guys like me. " The walls appeared to rock; bulging shadows reached out; the candle flames became mocking eyes; and the blood drummed thunderously in Spurlock's ears. The pole-chair caravan resumed its journey. ‘Your niece, ma’am.
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