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Before Jonathan followed he turned to face his assailants. “I ought to look up Gwen,” she said. Spurlock was basically a poet, quick to recognize beauty, animate or inanimate, and to transcribe it in unuttered words. Ever since the young police officer had arrived on her doorstep the clock had started ticking faster.
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