“The plain common-sense of the case,” he said, “is that we can’t possibly be lovers in the ordinary sense. The fanatic has no such word in his vocabulary. " "Uh-huh. Though Gerald must suppose it was inevitable she should eventually come here. In one hand she carried a long-stalked red rose, dripping with dew, in the other the post-bag. He accepted this confession conditionally: that no young man had kissed her. “You can date whomever you wish. He looked at her with an expression of comical despair. "Well, Sir?" cried the other, eagerly. When the doctor came in—he had just finished his breakfast—O'Higgins rose and presented his card.
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