“Here goes,” he said. The telegram reminded Ann Veronica that she had no place for interviews except her bed-sitting-room, and she sought her landlady and negotiated hastily for the use of the ground floor parlor, which very fortunately was vacant. I could see his little animal brain churning away, inventing plans for me, formulating his revenge. She had never dreamed of such decadence, never imagined that young people could be so happy and healthy. Not then. The father, granite; the daughter, fire: Spurlock saw the one and heard the other, his amazement indescribable. He was confounded by the presence in which he found himself.
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