The joy that filled her veins with throbbing fire urged her to rise and go swinging and whirling and dipping. “Am I dull?” she said. For a long time even the strong pipe tobacco (with which McClintock supplied him) possessed a coconut flavour. "Oh no—no! You say this to terrify me—to try me. “YOU wouldn’t like to be independent?” he asked, abruptly. “You’ve grown out of them.
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