His hair is oddly streaked with gray —I might say a dishonourable gray. “When are you going away?” He asked. ” Anna shook her head. “Where is she?” He would yell even louder until she was sure that people in faraway fishing boats could probably hear him. The comparisons upon which she could draw were few and confusingly new, mixed with reality and the loose artistic conceptions of heroes in fiction. Impressionable, lonely, a deal beyond his analytical reach, the girl might let her sympathies go beyond those of the nurse. There was nothing on her face to hint of the misery that brimmed her heart this morning. The latter began to heave himself up from the sand. Spurlock was by nature orderly, despite his literary activities.
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