I want to fill it with fine and precious things. Away in London even now Capes was packing and preparing; Capes, the magic man whose touch turned one to trembling fire. A wedding procession turned the corner. 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. He is a knight. She fought the inclination for a while, then surrendered. He was not addicted to monologue, and the only audible comment he permitted himself at first upon a universe that was evidently anything but satisfactory to him that afternoon, was one compact and entirely unassigned “Damn!” The word must have had some gratifying quality, because he repeated it. Her little white hand stole across the table.
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