Wood was dressed with more than ordinary care, and in more than ordinary finery. The love-songs of all the ages were singing in her blood, the scent of night stock from the garden filled the air, and the moths that beat upon the closed frames of the window next the lamp set her mind dreaming of kisses in the dusk. "That's all right. The signs of tears had all gone, but some subtle change seemed to have stolen into her face. Jack Kimble. But he was destined to have every tide of feeling awakened—every wound opened. . He would know the truth then once and for all. "Do you compare your love—a love which all may purchase—with hers? No one has ever loved me. She hastened past.
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