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I could not keep away any longer. This left Spurlock alone. "First take the child," cried Darrell, holding up the infant, and clinging to the oar with a dying effort. “You see, father,” she said, “it isn’t only this affair of the dance. As she came close, he took a pace forward and seized her from behind, one strong arm clamping her tight against his chest, the free hand seizing her about the mouth, stifling the cry that gurgled in her throat. Melusine shrugged. Taking her limbs was the only thing I could do short of killing her. “And to think that it’s not a full year ago since I was a black-hearted rebel school-girl, distressed, puzzled, perplexed, not understanding that this great force of love was bursting its way through me! All those nameless discontents—they were no more than love’s birth-pangs. If I surprised her, if I saw her alone, I might make her understand. Twenty-one, twenty-two. “I remember,” she said, “that the first night I saw you, you spoke of my sister as your friend. But they would not be denied.
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