Perhaps some one had kissed the brow that was now so cadaverous, rubbed that sunken cheek with loving fingers, held that stringy neck with passionately living hands. The chair had extension arms over which a man might comfortably dangle his legs. “I mean to go to that dance! I meant to reason with you, but you won’t reason. As a matter of fact it isn’t their affair.
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