Wood," she continued, with a sudden change of tone, and convulsively clutching the carpenter's arm, "promise it me. " The doctor sent her a sharp, quizzical glance. Gerald raised his cockaded hat, and smiled. We are the species, and maternity is our game; that’s all right, but nobody wants that admitted for fear we should all catch fire, and set about fulfilling the purpose of our beings without waiting for further explanations. I'm one of those unfortunate duffers who have too much imagination—the kind who build their own chimeras and then run away from them. All her pride raged at me.
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