Spurlock, filled with self-mockery, sat in a chair on the west veranda. The popcorn dwindled to a half a bucket, his heart settled into its normal routine. ‘When you’re my age, you’ll be just as hardheaded. Me—I’m nothing but a country wench, and one who went to the bad. Neither Charvill nor his heir know anything of your presence in England.
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