Her unnatural calm was giving way. He was now almost driven to despair. Wood. "This is strange," said Jack, under his breath. Not the explosive vigour of the north-born, but that which would quietly meet physical hardships and bear them triumphantly. I’ve a dread of love dropping its petals, becoming mean and ugly. It comforts him when he is most forlorn.
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