There it is. He winced from the wasp-like sting. “I’m d——d if I understand this,” he said thoughtfully. ” He woke the glassy water to swirling activity again, and made the deep-blue shapes below writhe and shiver. His smile faded. 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. So that way is closed. Half an hour passed, but Jack did not make his appearance. “Very good,” he said. ” “It would suit me.
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