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He
turned to Ruth and McClintock. A stiff, formally-cut
coat of cinnamon-coloured cloth, with rows of plate buttons, each of the size of a
crown piece, on the sleeves, pockets, and skirts, reached the middle of his legs;
and his costume was completed by the silver-hilted sword at his side, and the
laced hat under his left arm. "Oh, I've read that!"
Spurlock had heard distinctly enough all of this odd conversation; but until the
spinster's reference to the family album, no phrase had been sufficient in strength
of attraction to break the trend of his own unhappy thoughts. He was now at the entrance of the chapel, and striking the door over which he
had previously climbed a violent blow with the bar, it flew open. Daughters were not like sons. Oriental rugs adorned the sea of shiny
hardwood floors, kept polished with an eye for detail that
bordered on Japanese. "
"But a man may love his wife!" cried Spurlock, utterly bewildered. “After all, it’s our honeymoon. ‘But it is entirely natural that I choose my own
country. One day
she had thrown all the gifts into the lagoon, and visited the secret nook no more. We thought of starting in half an hour’s time, and trying for a
theatre somewhere on the way.
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