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Spurlock sat limply, his arms hanging. Miss Mary to the life, I said, and so she is. But he had always felt (he had never allowed himself to think of it) that the promptitude of their family was a little indelicate of her, and in a sense an intrusion. “I—I shall be all right directly. The poor boy, whose hands were pinioned behind him, looked very pale, but neither trembled, nor exhibited any other symptom of alarm. I could see his little animal brain churning away, inventing plans for me, formulating his revenge. Simply. ” They remained looking at each other for three or four seconds. “I’m really very sorry. ’ The girl glanced up the road and turned back, annoyance in her face. Moments are ages now. They walked across a moat of pea gravel that crunched like noisy cereal under their feet. I can. It was an excuse, dredged up on the spur of the moment to cover a slip. One particularly humiliating thing came out— humiliating for me.
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