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Who is it?” The man came a little further into the room. Everything proclaimed the mischievous propensities of the recent occupants of the chamber. They sat on a wooden bench that overlooked the less aromatic part of the lake, deeper and not as frequented by geese. Spurlock was invariably at the high desk in the early morning, poring over ledgers, and giving the beach and the stores an occasional glance. At last his voice came to release her tension. She charged boldly into the space of Miss Miniver’s rhetorical pause.
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