“So Cheveney was her friend, you think, eh?” he remarked. As the woollendraper's back was towards him, he did not perceive him, but continued his passionate addresses. He was caked with dried muck. This employment seemed to afford him the highest satisfaction; for a diabolical grin—it cannot be called a smile—played upon his face all the time he was engaged in it. "You lie!" Head down, fists doubled, Spurlock rushed: only to be met with a kick which was intended for the groin but which struck the thigh instead.
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