" "Willingly," replied Wild. CHAPTER XXIV Spurlock's novel was a tale of regeneration. Very likely you will disapprove highly of what I have done—I wonder? You may, perhaps, think I have done it just in a fit of childish petulance because my father locked me in when I wanted to go to a ball of which he did not approve. ” “Hah!” He threw his head back. You must be lonely here with only a few men friends. ’ He fitted the hat onto her head, and was aware as he did so of her eyes watching his face. For yonder went the loneliest man in all God's unhappy world. Not fit to be dust on your boots.
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