Her little white hand stole across the table. You won’t want to be late the first evening, and it’s ten minutes past seven now. She was saying good-bye to childhood and home, and her making; she was going out into the great, multitudinous world; this time there would be no returning. On the morrow Spurlock (who was unaware that he had offered a prayer) let down the bars to his reserve.
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