. Anna came back into the sitting-room with a little sigh of relief. Spurlock was basically a poet, quick to recognize beauty, animate or inanimate, and to transcribe it in unuttered words. And talking of every conceivable thing. ‘But who was he, Gerald?’ ‘A damned condottiere,’ exploded Gerald, forgetting his company. While there's life there's hope.
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