Stop it!” Anna stepped back bewildered, but the man held out his arms to her. The father, granite; the daughter, fire: Spurlock saw the one and heard the other, his amazement indescribable. There were sidetables and a writing table, similarly buried in bric-a-brac, and the chair by the French doors could hardly be seen for blankets. Sheppard, bitterly. Well, let's beat it to the hotel.
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