A strong arm pulled her closer, and the lips that mouthed her own in tender touches sent her senses reeling. Their momentary absence seemed to have worked wonders; for now the most perfect understanding appeared to subsist between them. I think we will soon, though. "Do not despair, my sweet soul," said Wood, in a soothing tone. ‘Indeed?’ Gerald said politely. . " CHAPTER XIX. Sometimes the music would be tender and dreamy, like a native mother's crooning to her young; sometimes it would be so gay that the flesh tingled and the feet were urged to dance; again, it would be like the storms crashing, thunderous. I didn’t realize—I don’t see how I can get out of it now.
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