’ The listening soldiers began to snigger behind their hands. Spurlock was basically a poet, quick to recognize beauty, animate or inanimate, and to transcribe it in unuttered words. The foremost, tall, clean-shaven, perfectly groomed, half extended his hand with a smile of recognition. Spurlock halted in his tracks. It is absolutely a frightful neighbourhood, this. " "None whatever," replied the mob. John, I have something to say to you. “Hello, Vee!” he said.
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