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She had been obliged to spend the night in that fateful bedchamber, the faithful Kimble—who had foraged at a nearby inn, bringing back a large pie and a jug of porter for his mistress—guarding the door outside. Treading with noiseless step over the soft mould, they soon reached the building. “Why?” he asked, suavely. She had fallen asleep on the wooden bed, uncaring of lice or bedbugs. In the middle of the little town stood the shop of a Jew dealer in old clothes. For what could be more ironical than for Howard Spurlock to see himself grow famous under the name of Taber? The ambrosia of which he had so happily dreamt!—and this gall and wormwood! He stood up and rapped his pipe on the rail. It seemed intolerable that she should go home and admit herself beaten. CHAPTER XXIV Spurlock's novel was a tale of regeneration. He realized that he was committed to the path across the fields, an uninteresting walk at the best of times. Capes was inclined to support Miss Klegg until Miss Garvice cornered him by quoting him against himself, and citing a recent paper in the Nineteenth Century, in which, following Atkinson, he had made a vigorous and damaging attack on Lester Ward’s case for the primitive matriarchate and the predominant importance of the female throughout the animal kingdom. People are brought up to be so shy about money.
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