It seemed to him that a sort of mist had risen up between them. " "What for? What do you want of them?" "Why, they are … yours. ” She stopped, and then suggested: “I wonder—I should love—if it was anything I said. ‘Was you following, too, miss?’ ‘Certainly I was following. I guess those books are okay because they are fiction. Let us have no more of this humbug. He ushered them with an amiable flat hand into a minute apartment with a little gas-stove, a silk crimson-covered sofa, and a bright little table, gay with napery and hot-house flowers. ’ ‘But I have told you not,’ she protested. Only old librarians and Shirley Temples say that. You ignore me! That’s not a good way to treat your only friend. ” “No shit. Cold drops stood upon Wood's brow, as he encountered this obstacle. ‘I’m only surprised you have not released yourself. You would steal from me then the only man I ever cared a snap of the fingers about. ” “What?” “That’s the devil of it!” “Devil of what?.
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