Rain pounded the tin roof,
and waterfalls obscured the pavilion into its own private
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chamber. We are very poor, but manage to
squeeze a little happiness out of each day. “When did you get home last night, Lucy?” Cathy
interrogated through a yawn. He moved, after quiet intervals, with a quick little
movement, and ever and again stroked his small mustache and coughed a selfconscious cough. A tall, clean-shaven man came out and walked
rapidly through the room, exchanging greetings right and left, but evidently
anxious to avoid being detained. “Isn’t that rather a strange question—under the circumstances?” he asked
quietly. Even then it sent
Spurlock spinning backward, to crash against the wall.
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