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‘His wife?
Pah!’
‘You’re saying she is not his wife?’
‘I am saying nothing. ”
She laid her fingers for a moment upon his arm. She sat on the edge of her bed and looked about her, at her room, at the row of
black-covered books and the pig’s skull. She drew in a deep breath of
the sweet mountain air. ”
“I will think of it,” she repeated. As the
Wastrel rushed, Spurlock sidestepped, swept the ball into his hand, set himself
and threw it. Firmly built, as it was, the bridge creaked in such a manner with their
contending efforts, that Abraham durst not venture beyond the door, where he
stood, holding the light, a horrified spectator of the scene.
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