Think—think of that engagement!” Their talk had come to eloquent silences that contradicted all he had to say. Observing Spurlock's spellbound attitude, he clapped the boy on the shoulder. His was the Latin turn of thinking; he had fallen in love at thirteen, and he was still capable—he prided himself—of falling in love. It was dusty, with dirty clothing strewn about, a cracked basin thick with grime on the rickety dresser, and a film of grease on the leaded casement. But from the rest—you saved me. It runs about gayly, it romps, it is bright and pretty, it has enormous quantities of soft hair and more power of expressing affection than its brothers. You’ll end up dead, that’s what.
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