Spurlock was basically a poet, quick to recognize beauty, animate or inanimate, and to transcribe it in unuttered words. Strange, I shouldn't know him when he called on me. Her head felt absurdly like one of those noddling manikins in the Hong-Kong curio-shops. Crossing several fields, newly mown, or filled with lines of tedded hay, she arrived, not without great exertion, at the summit of a hill.
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