“Why, it’s David!” he exclaimed. Michelle smiled. Leonardo he was my—’ ‘Don’t say it,’ Gerald cut in hoarsely. Jack, who had something of the Spartan in his composition, endured his martyrdom without flinching; and carried his stoical indifference so far, as even to make a mocking grimace in Sharples's face, while that amiable functionary thrust Thames into the recess beside him. He continued thoughtfully. Sometimes it seemed to him that he was an impostor: that Ruth believed him to be one Howard Spurlock, when he was only masquerading as Spurlock.
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