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Their life had soaked into the old walls.
“I trust him,” Delaney said promptly. “He’s a professional. I asked Ferguson to check him out, and he says Spencer is a fine surgeon and a wealthy man.” “Good,” Barbara smiled faintly. “I wouldn’t want a poor surgeon.
It was perhaps due to his Catholic nurture that he sought to set the world aright. He wanted to be God’s surrogate on earth. It was, he knew, a shameful want. He recognized the sin. It was pride.
