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You would rather live like the scum
of the earth, in that little brown hovel you call a house, in
bourgeois paradise. Little by little the pool cleared, the whims vanished: so that both Ruth and the
doctor, by the middle of the third week, began to accept Spurlock's actions as
normal, whereas there was still a mote or two which declined to settle, still a
kink in the gray matter that refused to straighten out. If he had eaten food, this wouldn't have
happened. We have known men who have come here for no other
purpose than to prove their unassailable virtue, who have strode into the arena of
temptation, waving the—the what is it—the white flower of a blameless life,
only to exchange it with marvellous facility for the violets of the Parisienne. Spurling bit her lips to conceal her
mirth. He has three days to
live. He had his sections of the Siegfried map folded in his pocket, and he squatted up
with his legs crossed like an Indian idol while she lay prone beside him and
followed every movement of his indicatory finger. I thought then perhaps you didn’t care, that you
were like so many of them. He
fixed it. Sir John, by instinct and training, was an unimaginative person.
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