I wanted the magic of love. My dear! we’ve had so many moments! I used to go over the times we’d had together, the things we’d said—like a rosary of beads. McClintock watched her interestedly until her golden head vanished below; then, with tolerant pity, he looked down at Spurlock, who had closed his eyes.
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