“You see, dear, one IS passionately anxious for something—what is it? One
wants to be CLEAN. ‘Your niece, ma’am. His tongue
was more ready, his wit more keen than usual. \"Carry your books for you?\" He asked. The aspect of the place, so far as he
could discern through the gloom, was strange to him; but chancing to raise his
eyes above the level of the surrounding habitations, he beheld, relieved against
the sombre sky, the tall steeple of Saint Giles's church, the precursor of the
present structure, which was not erected till some fifteen years later. "It was the story of a man, so to speak, who
had left his vitals in his native land and wandered strange paths emptily. He was made welcome as McClintock's agent; but he politely declined all the
proffered courtesies. Spurlock was invariably at the high desk in the early morning, poring
over ledgers, and giving the beach and the stores an occasional glance. They leave them
out of novels—these incompatibilities.
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