He was waiting in the outer hall as she tiptoed in. I am very, very sorry, but you must listen to me. " "I hope such a thing never will happen again, my dear," observed Wood, mildly, "but, when it does, it will be time to consider what course we ought to pursue. There are way-stations—even terminals. Not that there had ever been any hope of that. They are long gone. Another picture slid across her vision. “I wonder,” she said, “how much you care.
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