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Spurlock, filled with self-mockery, sat in a chair on the west veranda. The open books she knew by heart; aye, they had been ground into her, morning and night. He found a coach at the door, with the blinds carefully drawn up, and ascertained from a tall, ill-looking, though tawdrily-dressed fellow, who held his horse by the bridle, and whom he addressed as Quilt Arnold, that the two boys were safe inside, in the custody of Abraham Mendez, the dwarfish Jew. "Come, let's be off. ’ There was a pause. She's not mischievous—and besides she's chained, and can't reach you. ’ A burning at his chest, the general ground his teeth. The scent of cloying pine dust filled the air as floodlights shone eerily through the jungle gym of new wood. I do not love any one.
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