”
“We do. She read on and on, now thrilled by the
swiftly moving drama, now enraptured by the tender passages of love. But I don’t care; I haven’t a spark of shame. Anyhow, he did not sentimentalize her. The silence of Canton at
night was sinister, for none could prophesy what form of mob might suddenly
boil out. As for the patient, his decision was immediate. But go on. "I have killed you," cried Jack, endeavouring to staunch the effusion of blood
from her breast. All bad verse—originally the
epigram was Lang’s, I believe—is written in a state of emotion. Will you forgive me—if I say no
more?”
She looked at him with perplexed, earnest eyes.
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