F. Roused by the bell tolling for evening service, Jack left the house. Spurlock, filled with self-mockery, sat in a chair on the west veranda. He rolled onto his belly, freeing himself from her hands, pushing her away. They had not to tarry long. Wood was an old friend of mine—and I recollect seeing Jack when he was bound 'prentice to him. A dreamy sense of content crept over him.
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