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And if sometimes I grow heady—and it's in the blood— remind me of this day when you took me out of hell—a thief. " "That is very kind of you," she acknowledged. Spurlock sat limply, his arms hanging. But that still left the forty pounds!. The action steadied him; and there was a phase of irony, too, that helped. Impassive by nature and training, he was conscious to-night of a strange sense of excitement, of exhilaration tempered by a dull background of disappointment. "It is time!" "For what?" grumbled the latter, rubbing his eyes. She realized dimly that there was no personal thing behind his cry, that countless myriads of Mannings had “My God!”-ed with an equal gusto at situations as flatly apprehended. Marry, come up! I'll show him what an injured wife can do. Romance! The romance of passing faces, of wires that carried voices and words to the far ends of the world, of tremendous mechanisms that propelled ships and trains! And, oh the beautiful books! She swiftly knelt upon the floor and once more gathered the books to her heart. “Not to-night,” she said. Her back stiffened. As he looked around, he beheld an incessant stream of passengers hurrying on below. “Annabel?” he exclaimed.
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