Spurlock plodded through the heavy sand, leaden in the heart and mind as well as in the feet. I’m glad the old sore is assuaged. " She smiled, and returned to the spinsters. She fell with a plop onto her rear end in the mud and sat dumbly like a statue, water eddying around her. . ” “Not in the least,” she assured him. I’m not a bit afraid of anything—scandal, difficulty, struggle. ” His voice conveyed studied moderation. I don’t play anything. My dress, my person will be minutely described. She was aware of people—her aunt, her father, her fellow-students, friends, and neighbors— moving about outside this glowing secret, very much as an actor is aware of the dim audience beyond the barrier of the footlights. Even in the daylight, it had a sombre and suspicious air, and seemed to slink back from the adjoining houses, as if afraid of their society.
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