Twice Spurlock went to Copeley's—twenty miles to the northwest—for ice and mail. Worse than any man. “The walk has given me an appetite, and I do not feel like waiting till five o’clock. " So saying, he re-entered the house, closed the door, and, followed by the widow, proceeded to the fire-place, where a handful of chips, apparently just lighted, crackled within the rusty grate. Her face reminded him of a delicate unglazed porcelain cup, filled with blond wine. Pausing with the intention of turning back, he glanced in the direction of the village church, the tower of which could just be seen through the trees. Neither father, aunt, nor brothers made a sign, and then one afternoon in early February her aunt came up in a state between expostulation and dignified resentment, but obviously very anxious for Ann Veronica’s welfare.
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