In the distance a bell clanged, and chattering broke out in the doorway as several nuns came crowding in. The aunt rushed over to her nephew, knelt and wrapped him in her arms. She had fallen asleep on the wooden bed, uncaring of lice or bedbugs. "Do you mean to tell me he's come and gone in an hour? What the devil kind of a father is he?" Spurlock shook his head. Though scarcely two hours past midnight, it was perfectly light. She heard this standard expression of a strong soul wrung with a critical coldness that astonished herself. " Mrs.
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