But I am sick of tearing up letters and hopeless of getting what I have to say better said. ” Chapter XIX “THIS IS NOT THE END” “I said some afternoon,” she remarked, throwing open her warm coat, and taking off her gloves, “but I certainly did not mean to-day. . His glance swept up again and found her staring at him with much of her usual defiance, if a touch less of her customary assurance. ” They returned to the crypt.
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