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Spurlock was basically a poet, quick to recognize beauty, animate or inanimate, and to transcribe it in unuttered words. “I’d give anything to kiss your neck. A wave of pity went over him—pity for the patient, the girl, and his friend. ” “What’s our lot?” asked her sister. I saw him last night at Jonathan Wild's, after my escape from the New Prison. Several people in the crowd seemed to be fighting. Chuck had did himself in because Chuck was a flaming homosexual. “Round midnight, I think.
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