My nerves were in rags. What is it? Good God!” An unhappy little smile parted her lips. " "A white wall is a fool's paper, Jack,—remember that," rejoined Wood. Jack had been touched in the morning, but he was now completely prostrated. For a time I didn't know we'd ever find you. It was in another world from that in which men will die for a kiss, and touching hands lights fires that burn up lives—the world of romance, the world of passionately beautiful things. ” She stopped abruptly, and turned about toward the front door.
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