’ Gerald knew the caress in his voice was a trifle ironic. The sidewalk resonated with the pounding of cold rain by the time she left the building. Wood's dwelling,—a plain, substantial, commodious farm-house. The freezing water lapped around her ankles as she ran along its edge, marveling at the thousands of tiny white spiral shells the tide had brought in. Spurlock looked up.
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