Wood," she cried, as the staff fell from his grasp. We can’t afford to turn our women, our Madonnas, our Saint Catherines, our Mona Lisas, our goddesses and angels and fairy princesses, into a sort of man. She uttered a little ejaculative note of joy and rushed to the bed. Yet he was in a state of hopeless bewilderment. How can I tell you all I feel? I love you beyond measure. “No doubt about that,” Meddoes continued. " "What's that?" asked Wood with some curiosity.
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