Spurlock stepped into the room. They had shared almost seventy five
wonderful years there in nearly utter seclusion before it
came time to move on. “What were you doing outside Miss Pellissier’s flat to-night? You were looking
at her windows. "I'm too well acquainted with your proceedings,
Madam, to believe that. I hear her coming. “I was born there. "
"Why, my love," rejoined her husband, "appearances, you must allow, were a
little against you. ’
‘Not if you want one of good family, no,’ he agreed mildly. Spurlock had found the typewriter, oiled and cleaned it, and began to practise on
it in the night. "It's an ill wind that blows nobody good," thought the carpenter, turning his
attention to the child, whose feeble struggles and cries proclaimed that, as yet,
life had not been extinguished by the hardships it had undergone. The lad had just barely jangled it, when hurrying footsteps could be heard inside. "
"Egad, Jack," said Gay, "you should write your adventures.
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