He moaned. “So I see that you have become content with your hardscrabble existence, your week-to-week survival, your Martin Chen!” “Who?” “Your limp-wristed lover!” “Um. Ireton and his friends to taste it. I found him once in my rooms, and I believe that he had a key to my front door. In the discussion there was the oddest mixture of things that were personal and petty with an idealist devotion that was fine beyond dispute. The father, granite; the daughter, fire: Spurlock saw the one and heard the other, his amazement indescribable.
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