" A prophecy which was to be fulfilled in a singular way. Spurlock was basically a poet, quick to recognize beauty, animate or inanimate, and to transcribe it in unuttered words. Clotilde rushed out of the house, carrying her boy and tugging her girl by the ear. It had been brighter than the rest, for dawn light had come in through high unshuttered casements above the bookshelves. So long as he lived, Spurlock knew that in fancy he would be reconstructing that scene between himself and Ruth's father. " "Did I hear you aright?" asked Trenchard, with startling eagerness. “The visit seems to have made a most painful impression upon him. It was she who had come out from the flat only a few minutes before.
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