For nearly thirty years he had lived here in contented loneliness; then youth had to come and fill him with discontent. The agonized mother could scarcely repress a scream at the spectacle that met her gaze. Still, the respite was sufficient for Spurlock to look about for some weapon. The houses were older, the shops gloomier, and the thoroughfare narrower, it is true; but the bustle, the crowd, the street-like air was the same. How plainly he could see the patch of garden in the summer sunshine and the white hollyhocks nodding above the picket fence! ***** Ruth sat waiting for the half hour, subconsciously. “Steady on!” he cried.
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