Spurlock lay with his head on his arms, asleep. Above the work-table was a drop-light—kerosene. There was a mad musician, seemingly rapt in admiration of the notes he was extracting from a child's violin. Her mother was a goddess to her all through her youth, the mysterious ruler of all things beautiful and wonderful and lunar, her eyes that glinted spectral blue, as if she had the knowledge and the magic to raise the very dead. Ever since he's become so famous, the folks about here ha' christened it Jack Sheppard's cage.
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