“There was a strange dreamy look on his face. There was something about the operatic sweep of search which could not fail to appeal to him and that he was pleased. Henry saw it too, ‘Like something from Tolstoy, isn’t it?’ he remarked. Julian looked over his shoulder, and I was startled to see that there was real delight on his face. ‘Yes,’ he said. ‘Isn’t it, thought?’ “
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