Spurlock was basically a poet, quick to recognize beauty, animate or inanimate, and to transcribe it in unuttered words. That shining slope of snow, and how we talked of death! We might have died! Even when we are old, when we are rich as we may be, we won’t forget the tune when we cared nothing for anything but the joy of one another, when we risked everything for one another, when all the wrappings and coverings seemed to have fallen from life and left it light and fire. "And now, mark me. ” “Oh Jesus. She took his hand in hers. . “Vee!” said Miss Stanley, “you hear what your father says!” Miss Stanley struggled with emotion. Mother and Son. ” “How would you know I’m not ready? I’m older than you, remember? Sometimes you act so worldly, as if you’d seen it all. . The major will not call. ” He stepped past her to the door and closed it.
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