“And where,” he asked, “are my rivals?” “Deserters,” she answered, laughing. "I feel like work," he lied. All emotions laid hold of him, but none could he stay long enough to analyze it. “If I am,” he answered, reddening, “you can scarcely assert that it is without a cause. ” Annabel laughed softly. "Your sympathy is being wasted. " He shook his head. The love-songs of all the ages were singing in her blood, the scent of night stock from the garden filled the air, and the moths that beat upon the closed frames of the window next the lamp set her mind dreaming of kisses in the dusk.
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