John’s best friend’s parents were to be out of town again, he reported. He sat in much the same attitude, and she stood just as she had stood when he told her she could not go to the Fadden Dance. ” “Blood of my heart!” whispered Capes, holding her close to him. He hated the taste of it. After all, what did it matter?—it or anything else in the world? She was within reach of his arms, beautiful, compelling, herself as it seemed suddenly conscious of the light which was burning in his eyes. " "My poor son!" groaned the widow, sinking backwards.
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