His hand fell lightly to her chest where her heart was 211 beating, almost tenderly. She addressed him in a tone of puzzlement. And he hazarded a wink at the poet over the paper on which he was sketching. Now I shall never hear it but what this evening will come pouring back over me. I felt his heart. He said.
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