“It’s the stir of spring,” he said. For a time he heard no more, and stared with stony eyes at a Book-War proclamation in leaded type that filled half a column of the Times that day. She wondered if he was already tired of her, if he would rudely push her away as one would a prostitute. Sheppard.
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