I think we rest here until to-morrow?” There was a brief silence. That a longing of hers should be realized in this strange fashion was difficult to believe: it vaguely suggested something of a trap. She was as fair as the lily of the lotus. And talking of every conceivable thing. There were electric and ice plants, and a great store in which one could buy anything from jewsharps to gas-engines.
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