The father, granite; the daughter, fire: Spurlock saw the one and heard the other, his amazement indescribable. She felt privileged above other women at parties, where she was on display as all the duchesses and queens looked upon her with envy as he was so clearly entranced by her in every way. She crouched beneath a stump, her extremities twitching as the sun set orange and blue beyond the lace of iron-black trees. She heard the ocean in the distance, waves crashing on the beach, high tide. She returned home through a world that was as roseate as it had been gray overnight. Got the day off. A single blanket constituted his sole covering at night. ‘He prayeth best who loveth best—all things both great and small. I have suspected him of possessing a skeleton key to my apartments.
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