" "You read those yarns?" Spurlock's head came about, and there was eagerness in his eyes. But not finding it, he had again recourse to the bludgeon, and began beating the hand fixed on the upper rail, until, by smashing the fingers, he forced it to relinquish its hold. His eyes were red. Their faces had bite marks that were hers. Now, for the cage, my pretty canary-bird.
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