On a pallet in one corner lay a pale emaciated female. "A thousand dollars in British pounds!… A thousand dollars for four short stories!" The tan on Spurlock's face lightened. Jack's nose was broad and flat; Darrell's straight and fine as that of Antinous. Was that it? Had she clothed this unhappy young man with glamour? Or was it because he was so alone? She could not get through the husks to the kernel of what really actuated her.
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