” John replied. “It is unimportant,” she said. “Why, among other things, did I put my knuckles in his neck—deliberately to hurt him?” She tried to sound the humorous note. The idea that he held in his arms the girl whom he had once so passionately loved, and for whom he still retained an ardent but hopeless attachment, almost overcame him. Spurlock understood that his vantage would be temporary; the Wastrel had been knocked down, not out. The petals have fallen—the red petals we loved so.
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