His thoughts, indeed, were too painful for utterance, and so acute were his feelings, that, for some time, they quite overcame him. 260 “Can you turn me into one?” “Yes, I can turn you into one tonight. That's the only fault I know of. The office is a sight—not one sheet of paper on another; bills and receipts everywhere. Wood sank, submissively, into a chair, while his daughter hastened to execute her arbitrary parent's commission. The kiss was powerfully moving. I love you—unendurably. He carried her into his bedroom as she unfastened the tiny white buttons of his shirt. But that title he would not endure. I suppose I ought to have been a man.
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