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He became primitive, literal in his
conception; the ramifications were, for the nonce, fairly relegated to limbo. "So he may," rejoined Abraham, aloud, "so he may. I’m sorry to hurt your
feelings. " Pain was stabbing him, now here, now there; pain was real
enough; but he could not establish as a fact in his throbbing brain the presence of
his aunt in the doorway. The idea that he held in his arms the girl whom he
had once so passionately loved, and for whom he still retained an ardent but
hopeless attachment, almost overcame him. I can't invent; the thing won't come. ’
‘Don’t count on it. "
"I hadn't thought of that. “Oh, I know you would stop me if you
could. Spurlock sat limply, his arms hanging. Good night.
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