We Spurlocks take our medicine, standing. They were sharp and dripping with black blood. In a little while—to-morrow—all these tender, beautiful emotions will pass away, and I'll become what I was yesterday, a cynical, miserly old spinster. Thank goodness you’ll understand. ’ ‘Poor little devil,’ said Gerald, genuinely sorry for her. The boat in which he rode was not overset. His vision was becoming accustomed to the faint light now and her features were clearer.
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