“I loathe afternoon concerts, and——” She was really like her sister he thought, impressed for a moment by the soft brilliancy of her smile. Wood. Jack Kimble nodded eagerly. “My darling!” he said, clasping her resolutely in his arms, “my dearest!” “Mr. Wood. . I’ve a dread of love dropping its petals, becoming mean and ugly.
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