Spurlock was basically a poet, quick to recognize beauty, animate or inanimate, and to transcribe it in unuttered words. I am no use for a clerk, because I do not understand shorthand. Instinctively she had fallen into the posture of the poster, her hands behind her, her head bent slightly forward, her chin uplifted, her eyes bright with the drollery of the song. ’ ‘Prudence,’ repeated Gerald unguardedly. You have been her guardian angel. “I’m damned if I’ll believe it,” he muttered to himself savagely.
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