Drummond was telling me about the way old Ferringhall rounded upon them all at the club. “How has the world taken it?” he asked. ” His voice sounded muffled and heavy, as if he had gone to bed. Then he turned on his heel and walked off. “Is that not rather a profitless speculation, my friend?” He seemed deaf to her interruption. I've been hunting for this particular job for a thousand years!" She smiled a little sadly over this fine enthusiasm; for in her wisdom she had a clear perception where it would eventually end—in the veranda chair. The van started with a jerk and rumbled on its way. But this was not a season in which to be needlessly scrupulous. Spurlock plodded through the heavy sand, leaden in the heart and mind as well as in the feet. “This life is killing me! Oh, it is dull, dull, dull!” Suddenly an idea seemed to strike her.
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