There were two. And then she would find work. “At a boarding-house?” he gasped. “How I am to earn enough sous for my dinner to-morrow—or failing that, what I can sell. The popcorn dwindled to a half a bucket, his heart settled into its normal routine. Spurlock looked up. Above the work-table was a drop-light—kerosene. He always followed by showering her with kisses, embracing her tightly as she squirmed and giggled.
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