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Never again would he repeat that kiss; but at night when they separated, he
would touch her forehead with his lips, and sometimes he would hold her hand
in his and pat it. No, this was
imbecile. "Mother! dear mother!" cried Jack, folding her to his
breast. ‘But I am perfectly serious,’ he returned in a voice of protest. But I've an idea as well as you, grounded in some measure upon
Sheppard's story. ‘Oh my God,’ uttered Gerald in some dismay. She did not open
the Bible but laid it on the edge of the bed, knelt and rested her forehead upon
the worn leather cover. “A nice time of anxiety you’ve given me, young lady,” he said, as he entered
the room. ”
He looked at her with white, set face. “You shall,” she said.
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