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Gerald lost his head. As the Wastrel rushed, Spurlock sidestepped, swept the ball into his hand, set himself and threw it. As silent as she had remained about who had brought her home last night. “I had found her at last, and she shot me. Firstly, she did not intend to marry at all, and particularly she did not mean to marry Mr. Auntie has taken the nails out of my palms, but the scars will always be there. Dear God, what a beautiful moment!" The fire went out of Spurlock's eyes and the shadow of hopeless weariness fell upon him.
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