Dear God, what a beautiful moment!" The fire went out of Spurlock's eyes and the shadow of hopeless weariness fell upon him. “Dear friend,” she said, “this is a matter which you must leave to me to do as I think best. It’s not a bit of good pretending there’s any Higher Truth or wonderful principle in this business. “I am staying at the Savoy. For ten years I've been trying to go home, but my conscience will not permit me, I hate the Orient. There was no marriage, and I hated, oh, how I hated the man. Even the most sullen and withdrawn were sensitive to the penetrating nastiness of the fog. She pulled her hand away quickly. You'll find me at supper. Some of the delicate colour which the afternoon walk had brought into her cheeks had already returned.
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