Instinctively she had fallen into the posture of the poster, her hands behind her, her head bent slightly forward, her chin uplifted, her eyes bright with the drollery of the song. ’ The core of hurt rose up, tearing at her insides. Her eyes threatened to leak tears, she blinked. For the present the desire to fly was gone. Twice she smiled, but not unkindly. All the same, I wish I had that fellow by the throat! Just the virile, unregenerate man in me wishes that.
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