” “Never,” he exclaimed vehemently. “Men’s waists are neither here nor there; A man scores always, everywhere. “And me. “Stop this—this humbugging,” he explained. Once she stopped in front of a mirror and looked at herself thoughtfully. S. They could not go on. " "I wish I could, Joan," returned the carpenter, sadly. ’ She turned and swept away from him, pacing the length of the room to the window Gerald had unshuttered. To-night we leave for Marseilles.
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