Russell trouble, a good lot of trouble. In the subdued light she could not tell whether he was asleep or awake. Will you read to me? I am tired; and the sound of your voice makes me drowsy. It might have been the moon, or the phosphorescence of the broken water, or it might have been his abysmal loneliness; but suddenly he caught her face in his hands and kissed her on the mouth. We stepped from the Embassy into the motor—and oh! I thought that he was dead. "Take me, then," replied the widow.
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