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Spurlock was basically a poet, quick to recognize beauty, animate or inanimate, and to transcribe it in unuttered words. There was nothing on her face to hint of the misery that brimmed her heart this morning. She stepped back quickly, and her hand knocked a wine-glass from the table to smash noisily on the floor. Gazing into each other's eyes with new-found rapture, neither observed the sudden appearance in the doorway of an elderly woman in travel-stained linen.
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