İkinci üye, Zara adında bir büyücüydü. "Goodness only knows what he's reserved for," rejoined the widow in a
desponding tone; "but if Mynheer Van Galgebrok, whom I met last night at the
Cross Shovels, spoke the truth, little Jack will never die in his bed. He answered with
the greatest assurance, that he knew nothing whatever of the matter—had seen
no pocket-book, and no associate to give up. Spurlock was basically a poet, quick to recognize beauty, animate or inanimate,
and to transcribe it in unuttered words. “We have come too close together for
me to believe it. I want you. I hope I may never come near her. He sat alone in his brother’s old car
night after night that summer, staring blankly at the red
sky beyond the abandoned farmhouse where she had
once shown him her secrets. Her slender
throat was encircled by a black riband, with a small locket attached to it; and
upon the top of her head rested a diminutive lace cap. It made me wake up, and there I lay
thinking of you, spending your nights up here all alone, and no one to look after
you. The girl was pretty, and apparently a
lady. It's only a gentleman come to offer you his hand. “You can’t think that I’m fool enough to be
put off like this. Of course I ought to have some lights over the saloon; but by leaving all
the cabin doors open in the daytime, there's plenty of daylight.
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