She produced a handkerchief, and with one sweep of this and a simultaneous gulp had abolished her fit of weeping. Why do I want him so badly? Why do I want him, and think about him, and fail to get away from him? “It isn’t all of me. Except for a few early ebullitions of passion, natural to a warm and romantic disposition, and leaving no harmful after-effects—ebullitions that by the standards of the higher truth I feel no one can justly cast a stone at, and of which I for one am by no means ashamed—I come to you a pure and unencumbered man. “Agreed,” he said with queer exaltation, and his grip tightened on her hand. Then we can look out together for such employment—as would be more suitable for you. She felt terribly modern, even sporty as the magazines declared you should be. Hilary Roding was all soldier now, his earlier grievances laid aside.
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