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The clock struck half-past ten. In the old days he had been something of an athlete—a runner, an oarsman, and a crack at tennis. There’s no family uniting instinct, anyhow; it’s habit and sentiment and material convenience hold families together after adolescence. The tree-lined streets were silent except for the sporadic revving of glass packs down Church Avenue. She felt his erection against her naked thigh. I thought—the papers said——” “You thought that I was dead,” he interrupted. “Listen,” she said. Ruth and Spurlock separated, the one embarrassed, the other utterly dumfounded. “Quite unusually cold for the time of year,” he said.
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