If I did not love you en désespoir, I would assuredly blow off your head. To make Ruth pay for it! He wanted to get away, into some immense echoless tract where he could give vent to this wild laughter which tore at his vitals. Gay, by his strokes of pleasantry, whether in his writings or conversation, never lost a friend. At the sight of her he became rigid and a singularly bright shade of pink. ’ Quick anger flared, surpassing the fluttering hope.
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