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It isn’t sentiment but it’s horse sense. It was now whitening, hissing, and seething like an enormous cauldron. ‘Quite wrong, monsieur. She knew that to expect more now was like anticipating a gold-mine in the garden. The next morning she went out with her post-office savings bank-book, and telegraphed for a warrant to draw out all the money she had in the world. The shock and distress were genuine. ‘Just what I was going to tell you, miss. Spurlock slumped in his chair, weak and empty. ‘Imbecile. " "So do I!" she cried; "for then you would have been really my brother. “You are too good for me,” she said in a low voice. "He first seduced him from the paths of honesty, and then betrayed him to a shameful death, and he has sworn to do the same thing by my son. After all, what can it matter? It was just to make sure.
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