What'll you be doing?" "What can I do?" asked Spurlock, raising his haggard face. He had an objective now. The phone did not ring. The girl was like some north-country woodland pool, penetrated by a single shaft of sunlight—beautifully clear in one spot and mysteriously obscured elsewhere. I'll keep a look out that nothing happens. His hand went with an almost instinctive inquiry to his jawbone again.
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