CHAPTER XII. ” He coughed gently. His aunt, here at McClintock's? It was unbelievable. “I am convinced you haven’t thought this out,” he went on. The point is, Spurlock was coming along: queerly, by his own imagination. ” She paused for a moment. Certainly your major—’ ‘Ah, now that’s just it, missie. So, after the dinner was over, Spurlock took her home; and worked far into the night.
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