“Anna, you are the dearest, bravest sister in the world,” she cried. Spurlock was invariably at the high desk in the early morning, poring over ledgers, and giving the beach and the stores an occasional glance. 82 She was putting a manuscript away, gingerly locking its heavy tooled cover, but it was a huge, awkward tome. It comes over the mountains, Anna, pink darkening into orange red, everywhere a wonderful cloud sea, scintillating with colour. They would be quite as entertaining as the histories of Guzman D'Alfarache, Lazarillo de Tormes, Estevanillo Gonzalez, Meriton Latroon, or any of my favourite rogues,—and far more instructive. She spotted her opportunity.
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