He meant to take her out of this room, perhaps even out of the house. He caught the elderly dame’s eye, throwing her a desperate message. "May I beg to know whom I've the pleasure of adressing? Jackson, I conclude, is merely an assumed name. The Matriarchate! The Lords of Creation just ran about and did what they were told. She doubted how she stood toward him and what the restrained gleam of his face might signify. Her aunt had summoned up an altogether too vivid picture of her father as the masterful man, overbearing, emphatic, sentimental, noisy, aimless. Spurlock was invariably at the high desk in the early morning, poring over ledgers, and giving the beach and the stores an occasional glance. “How could it not have hurt?” His analytical side started putting in overtime.
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