The comparisons upon which she could draw were few and confusingly new, mixed with reality and the loose artistic conceptions of heroes in fiction. She had no place she loved. Certain it was, that the slightest sound aroused him. Every now and then something familiar in her tone, the poise of her head, the play of her eyes startled him. Sebastian returned to find her blood dripping into the crucible. Spurling had retired for the night.
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