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Spurlock was basically a poet, quick to recognize beauty, animate or inanimate, and to transcribe it in unuttered words. ’ ‘Lord, man, it’s only a scratch!’ Suddenly Gerald snapped his fingers. Don’t you know I disinherited the rogue?’ ‘This we knew, milor’,’ said Valade. Ennison reeled, and almost fell. A pig, yes, a little. He's an interpretative genius, if there ever was one. You know as well as I do that it was accident.
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