Maggot. And yet to Spurlock it was only the title of a story he would some day write. Abruptly she desisted, recoiled, and turned and fled up-stairs. “Loneliness,” she said, “is a luxury which I never permit myself. ‘Ain’t enough as my bed is took, my sheets all bloodied, and my gin took for to waste on that fellow’s wound.
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