The joy that filled her veins with throbbing fire urged her to rise and go swinging and whirling and dipping. Presently he turned to Courtlaw. 1. "You forgot your lunch," she said. And he hazarded a wink at the poet over the paper on which he was sketching. “My dear girl,” he said, in a tone of patient reasonableness, “you are a mere child.
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