Spurlock was basically a poet, quick to recognize beauty, animate or inanimate, and to transcribe it in unuttered words. “What happened to your parents, Lucy? Is it all right if I ask?” Lucy looked at her with a soft gaze. Oh, it was very bad. Utter silence answered him. The lamp was not yet lit, and in the dim light he bent forward as though trying to look into her averted face. The girl’s gaze met his in interested inquiry. That was Leonardo’s motto. “Anna,” she cried, “you must believe me. There was a tearing sound as the canvas gave way, and the precious portrait ripped apart as the top of the Frenchman’s head came through it. She was ushered into the back of the squad car.
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