" "God help me, what a muddle!" The cigar crumbled in Spurlock's hand. Spurlock understood that his vantage would be temporary; the Wastrel had been knocked down, not out. “The fact is—I don’t know why—this takes me by surprise. “Do you think it is fair of you to persecute me just now?” “It is not persecution, Anna,” he answered gently. Her stifled misery had betrayed her. F. ’ Bitterness rose up as he looked at the female. There was no one at all in this room, but through the half-open door of one of the small apartments that gave upon it she had a glimpse of two very young girls sitting at a littered table and writing briskly. I took him out of the hands of death.
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