She crouched beneath a stump, her extremities twitching as the sun set orange and blue beyond the lace of iron-black trees. Straitened circumstances would not have mattered; a mother would have managed somehow. Spurlock was invariably at the high desk in the early morning, poring over ledgers, and giving the beach and the stores an occasional glance. ’ He let her go.
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