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“I’ll bring it to-morrow. “Why not?” he exclaimed. He left the room, presumably to sleep elsewhere, but the only other room with a fire was the servant’s quarters. F. “You call yourself an artist— but you have no temperament. "To him I owe everything," continued the widow, "life itself—nay, more than life,—for without his assistance I should have perished, body and soul. He smiled. Some of the people who watched them standing side by side thought they must be newly wedded because of their happy faces, and others that they were an old-established couple because of their easy confidence in each other. It was exactly as Sebastian had foreseen. ’ Jack gasped. My mother, I'm sure, didn't intend to hurt your feelings. Spurlock was basically a poet, quick to recognize beauty, animate or inanimate, and to transcribe it in unuttered words.
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