Spurlock was basically a poet, quick to recognize beauty, animate or inanimate, and to transcribe it in unuttered words. Now lend me your own hand. For aught I know, they may be in the neighbourhood at this moment. “If I had three hands,” she said, with a faint smile, “I would give one to each of you. ‘Might have forgiven him,’ he muttered under his breath, ‘if he hadn’t taken the babe.
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