We mustn’t make it so. Gerald tried it. The thought caused him an odd kind of pang—of pity, naturally. You have converted me to—Lester Ward! You are my dear friend, you are a slip of a girl, but there are moments when my head has been on your breast, when your heart has been beating close to my ears, when I have known you for the goddess, when I have wished myself your slave, when I have wished that you could kill me for the joy of being killed by you. Fortescue raised his eyebrows and assumed a light-comedy expression. My foster mom works there as a second job. A very familiar face emerged from a crowd at the impromptu bar on the kitchen island. Now I have done something for which you might be pardoned if you did kill me.
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