He leaned back in a low chair, and watched her graceful movements, the play of her white hands as she bent over some wonderful machine. At second hand it would be unendurable. " "You're not going to betray me!" cried Jack, in alarm. Wood caught hold of Jack's leg, and dragged him off the bench. She helped Jack to sit down, and dragged the jacket off him, lifting his shirt to expose the gash that had sliced across his side. This was the first young man who had drawn from her something more than speculative interest. " "O Jack, dear, dear Jack!" cried Mrs. So that it seemed to her the whole world had changed —the very light of it had changed. It was my destiny to have her.
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