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Spurlock. “It was a phase,” she said. “You won’t give me away, Anna. “No,” she said at last; “I’m a human being—not a timid female. "How go you like your quarters, sauce-box?" asked Sharples, in a jeering tone. Jack, meanwhile, heard, the shouts, and, though alarmed by them, held on a steady course. He'd have some fun with that Chinaman before the morning was out. “A ballot-box, you know,” he said, “is very largely just a box. Gradually McClintock shifted the burden to Spurlock's shoulders and retired among his books and music rolls. She could smell his cologne underneath his collar, or perhaps his aftershave. We've got to make him take up the harp of life and go twanging it again.
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