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Sometimes a whole morning would pass without Spurlock uttering a word beyond the request for a drink of water. From the first there had always been between her and her listeners that electrical sympathy which only a certain order of genius seems able to create. Michelle was in sight, Lucy could hear her voice, high in the crowd, and saw her blond head bobbing among a sea of faces.
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