He said nothing. Celestial Uncles! Spurlock chuckled, and a bit of chestnut, going down the wrong way, set him to coughing violently. The pole-chair caravan resumed its journey. His face was that of a quick, intelligent-looking boy, with fine hazel eyes, and a clear olive complexion. Even in this dread moment Ruth was conscious of a pathetic interest in the scattering pencils. “I’m not gentle.
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