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“Had he better have a nurse? I will be responsible for anything of that sort. ” She turned a firelit face to her husband. Spurling, who had been hastily compounding another bowl of punch. “Forgive my coming in,” she said to Ennison. ” Like most men who lie but seldom, he lied well. In his way he was critical. Something seemed awry. “So should you. He carried a cane and a silk hat with a mourning-band in one gray-gloved hand; his frock-coat and trousers were admirable; his handsome face, his black mustache, his prominent brow conveyed an eager solicitude.
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