" CHAPTER XX To Spurlock it seemed as if a great iron door had swung in behind him, shutting out the old world. A few steps brought him to the door of the vault in which his mother was immured. "You are out betimes this morning, Mr. The rumor mills churned with the news that he harbored for her no ill will, but was simply too busy in his life to have a girlfriend that wasn’t “serious”. But it is no longer necessary. She said it audibly, having learned long since that an audible prayer was a concentrated one. His invalid wife and her money had been only the thin thread that held his life together; beaded on that permanent relation had been an inter-weaving series of other feminine experiences, disturbing, absorbing, interesting, memorable affairs. "Do you think I'm afeard of a beggarly thief-taker and his myrmidons? Not I.
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