Spurlock was invariably at the high desk in the early morning, poring over ledgers, and giving the beach and the stores an occasional glance. He stopped abruptly before the apparently incurious Chinaman. In the middle of the little town stood the shop of a Jew dealer in old clothes. "What's the matter?" repeated Mrs. ‘Nothing would do for her but to come here,’ grumbled Hilary, wiping his heated brow with a pocket handkerchief dragged from his immaculate white uniform breeches. ” “Of course you can. ” She saw him there the next week at the same time. She saw her life before her robbed of all generous illusions, the wrappered life unwrappered forever, vistas of dull responses, crises of makebelieve, years of exacting mutual disregard in a misty garden of fine sentiments. Then he stepped briskly to his feet and bent over the wounded man.
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