’ She edged sideways a little more, her eyes on the pistol in his hand. “This is MY thing,” said Ann Veronica, softly, with thoughtful eyes upon him. “Oh, yes,” the stranger remarked good-humouredly. Spurlock was basically a poet, quick to recognize beauty, animate or inanimate, and to transcribe it in unuttered words. ’ ‘Of what use to be ladylike when I cannot be a lady?’ ‘None of that. "Gone," replied the wounded man.
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