She saw Lucy darkening her doorstep and stood from the recliner. ” The bedrooms of John’s house were the size of an entire floor at the Becks. ” She paused, and he waited for her to speak. His perception of her personal beauty deepened and quickened with each encounter. . And for me there is only one treasure-house. “You are a dear,” she exclaimed affectionately. Spurlock was basically a poet, quick to recognize beauty, animate or inanimate, and to transcribe it in unuttered words.
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