Day after day—five, to be exact—she had returned to Morgan's; and each time the man would understand what had drawn her, and with a kindly smile would sit down at the piano and play. Retracing his steps, he arrived, without further accident, at the eastern platform of the starling. You’ll end up dead, that’s what. Spurlock was no longer a man before this instinct; he was a child in trouble.
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