“I wonder if there is!” said Capes, and paused, and then bent down over the boy who wore his hair like Russell. She had fallen into it naturally, the only expression of the dance she had ever seen or known, and that a stolen sweet. A struggle of the most terrific kind now ensued. It was enough that she witnessed it and could not go to him. Spurlock, filled with self-mockery, sat in a chair on the west veranda. “Won’t you sit down,” she said, “and tell me what you want to say?” Her voice was flat and faint.
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