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“Well, I do. Spurlock was basically a poet, quick to recognize beauty, animate or inanimate, and to transcribe it in unuttered words. As Leonardo had himself pronounced, who better than a mountebank to teach of the perils awaiting the unwary? Who better than a wastrel to demonstrate the worth of thrift? And who could instruct better in the matter of affections than one who had thrown them away? ‘If he had loved me,’ she said, in the flat tone she had learned to use to conceal her vulnerable heart, ‘he would have left me at Remenham House to live a life of an English lady. There was nothing of the phenomenon in this. ‘Well said, my dear. He saw what he had done only as it related to Ruth. "And there you're right, you may dipind, marm," observed Terence. It was rude and disrespectful to raise her eyes to him, her mother had warned.
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