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Wood, I forget nothing. ” Her elation teetered in mid-air for a second, then began to flutter down around her like a badly-built house of cards. “I would give my life for you. ‘Well?’ he uttered between heavy breaths. She sat down awkwardly and helplessly on one of the little stools by her table and covered her face with her hands. “So how about this Friday?” He asked. ” “But it is too late,” she declared. "Yes; but what is good isn't always proper. It was a gray day in the spring of 1910.
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