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The steps, even the pavements, were invaded by little knots of loungers driven outside by the unusual heat of the evening, most of them in evening dress, or what passed for evening dress in Montague Street. “I am perfectly certain that that man meant to be rude to me. Still, I am curious. I’ve had a headache all day. We Spurlocks take our medicine, standing. Perhaps I am still mad. Sheila had dropped glaring hints that she knew, which Chuck tacitly acknowledged with a lowered gaze. She alone of them all knew that he was on the first leg of the terrible journey to the beach. He embraced her like her father once had. A door in this house opened upon the yard. She made no answer, and for a time he debated some problems with himself. The other individual, who was a little in advance, was concealed from the stranger's view. As if God would not continue to mock him so long as his brain held a human thought! God had given him a pearl without price, and he had misunderstood until this day. Ain't he, Madam?'" "He is, indeed," replied the widow, fervently; "more—much more than that.
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