Well might she do so, Gerald thought in irritation. On a stool eight feet high sat a small boy in a faded blue cotton, his face like that of young Buddha. The afternoon was her own; but from eight until midnight she sat beside the patient. "To-morrow night!" said Spurlock, in a wondering whisper. They are for serving me. . “Not to-night,” she said.
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