The red glare fell upon the slimy brick-work, and tinged the inky waters below. And grasping the thick iron rod, she pushed with all her force against it, while Jack seconded her efforts from within. None this end. Spurlock was basically a poet, quick to recognize beauty, animate or inanimate, and to transcribe it in unuttered words. But, indeed, he’s very human.
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