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He glanced up. " "Mr. She snatched about in her mind. ’ ‘Ah, non?’ Her voice was neutral. I can see that you were somebody, in another day. This left Spurlock alone. But in its stead—toward morning—there appeared another idea which appealed to him as sublime, appealed to the primitive conscience, to his artistic sense of the drama, to the poet and the novelist in him. “I had lunch very late to-day, and I did not get home in time for dinner. ’ ‘Do not say so. Even in her painting smock and with her disarranged hair, the likeness between the two girls was marvellous.
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