" "Mr. The dress came to her only too manifestly unwashed from its former wearer; even the under-linen they gave her seemed unclean. Spurlock was basically a poet, quick to recognize beauty, animate or inanimate, and to transcribe it in unuttered words. What's-your-name?" "Shotbolt, Sir," replied the jailer.
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