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Of you—an angel with one wing. I defy you to explain it away. He had nothing more to say either to her or to Spurlock. “We are, or rather we were, so much alike then that the portrait of either of us would have done for the other. He’s a prig to the finger-tips, is Sir John—doesn’t know what an artist is. Wood, popping her head through the window.
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