The young lady saw the change, and almost snorted. A few yards further off something grey, inert, was lying, a huddled-up heap of humanity twisted into a strange unnatural shape. Instinctively she knew—some human recollection she had inherited—that she must not disturb him in this man-agony. Spurlock was basically a poet, quick to recognize beauty, animate or inanimate, and to transcribe it in unuttered words. Gravely he placed them in his aunt's hand.
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