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. “How’d you know it was me?” He looked conspiratorially into the room for hidden informants. ’ But she reckoned without the fellow Trodger. "My demeanour ought to convince you that I came with no hostile intention. Shari was snoring, the pill having worked its magic. Stanley as they drew alongside, to account for his own ruffled and heated expression. Mind, when we were all growed up, it were different. Spurlock bent his head to the rail. A gaunt, powerful man: no feature of his face decided, and yet for all that it had the significance of a countenance hewn out of rock. She never questioned the motives of the characters; she had neither the ability nor the conceit for that; but she could and often did correct his lapses in colour. “It’s unforgivable of me to call, Miss Stanley,” he said, shaking hands in a peculiar, high, fashionable manner; “but you know you said we might be friends. “What do you think of that?” he asked. She liked his face; it had on it the suggestion of gentleness, of fineness.
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