Spurlock was basically a poet, quick to recognize beauty, animate or inanimate, and to transcribe it in unuttered words. The smell assaulted them even before they entered the restaurant, greasy and savory. Mr. "Well—well," grumbled Jonathan, "I suppose I must be content.
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