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I’ve never had these crying fits before. Some man! And to conclude it all was the figure of her father in the doorway, giving her a last chance, his hat in one hand, his umbrella in the other, shaken at her to emphasize his point. That had taken her by surprise, and her tired wits had failed her. If he died, here in this hotel, who would care? Or if she died, who would care? A queer desire blossomed in her heart: to go to him, urge him to see the folly of trying to forget. He went over her features one by one in his mind. " "Go on, tell me," he urged, enchanted. It makes me want to be just everything I CAN be to you. "Very well," said Rachel, with a toss of her pretty head, "very well. " The chair was then opened. Spurlock was no longer a man before this instinct; he was a child in trouble. She galloped up the small stairs, hearing that Shari had finally risen. " "For procuring my imprisonment?" "For saving your life. ’ ‘Aye, miss,’ Kimble agreed, taking the garments, ‘but where will I find you?’ ‘I do not know.
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