The old lady clearly read his state of mind, for the apparently irrepressible dimple peeped out. No sooner had they entered the room than Sharples, who waited to usher them in, hastily retreated, closed the door, and turning the key, laughed loudly at the success of his stratagem. Better come another morning. She was a schizophrenic, got locked up later in some sort of state mental ward. “Oh, please. Which, let me assure you, villain, will not be so far away. On the morrow Spurlock (who was unaware that he had offered a prayer) let down the bars to his reserve. I want to be your knight, your servant, your protector, your—I dare scarcely write the word—your husband.
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