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The girl was like some north-country woodland pool, penetrated by a single shaft of sunlight—beautifully clear in one spot and mysteriously obscured elsewhere. They were alike in one phase—loveless and lonely. Spurling, who sat on the right of the table. Wood, who had merely absented himself to see that a public breakfast, which he had ordered at the Six Bells for all who chose to partake of it, was in readiness. "It is your son. \" She fibbed. She watched the people and hummed softly to herself. Dear me, what a difference it has made! No one would ever think that we were sisters.
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