Spurlock, filled with self-mockery, sat in a chair on the west veranda. It was a copy of the pencil sketch taken of him nine years ago by Winifred, and awakened a thousand tender recollections. It feels like it. It is useless to talk. He wouldn’t like it if people did it to him. “Why won’t you sleep in my bed tonight, Lucia, where 80 it’s warm?” He asked her one night, teasing but mournful, as she stood in her bedroom doorway in a long white gown. He turned just in time to see Lucilla exchange an amused look with Hilary. But whatever she may have said was lost as Gerald pinned her to the wall, the point of the sword at her throat.
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