He barely shook the rose petals from her hair. Gossip was the driving force in Sheila’s existence. “Go down and rescue the rags of my reputation,” she said, smiling. Spurlock was invariably at the high desk in the early morning, poring over ledgers, and giving the beach and the stores an occasional glance. We went our ways.
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