1. But, though I cannot reward you, Heaven will. Sometimes it seemed to him that he was an impostor: that Ruth believed him to be one Howard Spurlock, when he was only masquerading as Spurlock. He took her there on the cold, dirty floor, his nails digging into her back, his teeth sinking into her breasts. Terrific yells rent the air. The ceiling had, in many places, given way; the laths had been removed; and, where any plaster remained, it was either mapped and blistered with damps, or festooned with dusty cobwebs. There never is much left for me. My death, probably.
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