She could not go to him with a preachment against strong drink; she knew from experience that such a plan would be wasted effort. He glanced out of the window, looked back at the major and grasped the handle of the door. Spurlock was basically a poet, quick to recognize beauty, animate or inanimate, and to transcribe it in unuttered words. "I think you're all bewitched," she cried.
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