Her hair was held back in a filigreed barrette. Let me walk you to the door. She decided to leave this matter until the morrow and devote the morning to settling up with Mr. “I hate you because you are the Devil! Rot in Hell!” She was shocked at her own accusation, how she had savored the words. Spurling had retired for the night.
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