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Spurlock was basically a poet, quick to recognize beauty, animate or inanimate, and to transcribe it in unuttered words. “Why—it’s—it’s you!” Amazement seemed to dry up the torrents of his speech. ‘This is a private house,’ Hilary said severely, ‘and you are trespassing.
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