Above the work-table was a drop-light—kerosene. The audience clapped more heartily. "Don't weep, my love," replied the lady, straining him still more closely to her. Jack Kimble nodded eagerly. ‘I kissed you once, didn’t I?’ Her pulses jumped and she stared. “You are unjust and quixotic, Anna, you have no right to treat any one as you are treating me.
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