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Why shouldn’t we be martyrs? There’s nothing else for most of us, anyhow. Later, when the Reverend Henry Dolby entered the Spurlock room, his wife and
daughter trailing amusedly behind him, and beheld the strained eagerness on the
two young faces, he smiled inwardly and indulgently. “I wonder,” she
said, “why one writes him sentences like that? It’ll have to go,” she decided,
“I’ve written too many already. "
"Have you told her?"
"Told her? Told her what?" Spurlock sat straight in his chair. But we can’t help noticing. "
"That I'll engage not to do. And he would express
various artistic sensibilities and aesthetic appreciations in carefully punctuated
sentences and a large, clear voice. The entire place was a masterpiece of wooden carving, a design
of interleaving carried throughout. They’re in grad
school and they both live in New York. ‘Good God!’ uttered Roding. Hilary started after her, but Gerald stopped him. Throwing down the
pencil, she snatched up a piece of India-rubber, and exclaiming,—"It isn't at all
like him! it isn't half handsome enough!" was about to efface the sketch, when
Thames darted into the room. But she made a pretence of struggling a little, for it
would be out of character for her not to do so and she did not want to arouse his
suspicions. "It's all over," groaned Wood, "and perhaps it's as well her senses are gone. In the artificial light her skin had the tint and lustre of a yellow
pearl.
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