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Lucy grabbed his shirtsleeve, whispering on tiptoe. She spoke with a certain odd deliberation carefully chosen words which fell like drops of ice upon the man who sat listening. He was walking listlessly along, well-dressed, debonnair, good-looking. He was Julian five years younger, the spitting image. “I’ve fallen in love. The last few months had not dealt kindly with Mr. "And so I want the boy out of the way," he concluded. Little by little the pool cleared, the whims vanished: so that both Ruth and the doctor, by the middle of the third week, began to accept Spurlock's actions as normal, whereas there was still a mote or two which declined to settle, still a kink in the gray matter that refused to straighten out.
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