" "Fine!" said O'Higgins, jovially. Looking for something, or someone, probably. He leaned towards her, laid his hand tenderly upon hers. Sir John looked about him, and somehow the laugh died away. Little by little the pool cleared, the whims vanished: so that both Ruth and the doctor, by the middle of the third week, began to accept Spurlock's actions as normal, whereas there was still a mote or two which declined to settle, still a kink in the gray matter that refused to straighten out. But you must allow me to observe, my good Sir, that you're wholly in the wrong respecting my friend. The gale had become a hurricane: that hurricane was the most terrible that ever laid waste our city. All her life Martha had been there.
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