” He put his hands in his pockets, his mouth puckered to a whistle, and he went to the door of the outer preparation-room and stood there, looking, save for the faintest intensification of his natural ruddiness, the embodiment of blond serenity. The father, granite; the daughter, fire: Spurlock saw the one and heard the other, his amazement indescribable. That might happen on her birthday—in August. . . Stir a foot, and I strike.
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