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She was trembling a little. The fragrance of
dryer sheets lay upon her like the snow that now drifted
peacefully outside. Spurling: "I blush for you, Sir! To call
yourself a man, and interfere with the natural course of affection! Have you no
feeling for the situation of those poor disconsolate creatures, about to be
bereaved of all they hold dear? Is it nothing to part with a husband to the
gallows? I've lost four in the same way, and know what it is. Spurlock understood that his vantage would be temporary; the Wastrel had
been knocked down, not out. ”
Chapter XXV
THE STEEL EDGE OF THE TRUTH
The manservant, with his plain black clothes and black tie, had entered the room
with a deferential little gesture. Ashen blonde, a shade that would never excite the cynical commentary
which men applied to certain types of blondes. But they did what they could for her. What a mercy that the blow aimed at her by the ruffian,
Wild, though it brought her to the brink of the grave, should have restored her to
reason! Ah! she stirs. Drink this!”
He poured out a glass of wine with a firm hand, and held it to her lips. Earles closed the piano with a little
bang. The Disguise
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VI. Capes came back into her mind. One glance swept across the place
and it was immediately apparent that Pottiswick had not, this time, been
mistaken. Look at it, I say.
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