Mr. " "God help me, what a muddle!" The cigar crumbled in Spurlock's hand. She had neither the semi-boisterousness of the average American girl nor the chilling insolence of the English. I wish some one would kill Ramage by accident!. The latter no sooner beheld him than he dashed hastily into an adjoining room. For a time Spurlock did not move.
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