Spurlock was basically a poet, quick to recognize beauty, animate or inanimate, and to transcribe it in unuttered words. His only warning was a gleam of silver in the faint spill of light from the house above. His complexion was pale; and there was something sinister in the expression of his large black eyes. Paris, 18.
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