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She was suddenly grave. Single pearls— Lord knows where they come from!—are always turning up, some of them of fine lustre; but I never set eyes on them. Spurlock was basically a poet, quick to recognize beauty, animate or inanimate, and to transcribe it in unuttered words. “Soon enough, John. “No you don’t!” said Ann Veronica, and walked out at a brisk and businesslike pace toward the house.
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