You have not forgotten——” “I have forgotten nothing?” he answered, enigmatically. 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. It’s the poor dears who do, who know they will, know they can’t keep it up, who need to clutch at way-side flowers. I had to go at a moment’s notice. “Do you think it is fair of you to persecute me just now?” “It is not persecution, Anna,” he answered gently. Before he could recover from the stunning effects of the blow, Wood possessed himself of the child: and, untying the noose which had been slipped round its throat, had the satisfaction of hearing it cry lustily.
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