The white cloth was instantly dyed with crimson; but, regardless of this, Jonathan continued his murderous assault. And the infernal thought of that kiss returned—the softness of her lips and the cool smoothness of her cheeks. “You’re our superstar!” Turning to her foster father, she was bear hugged again, squashing the white carnations. “Do you know,” she confessed, “I never thought of that?” He looked at her as though doubting even now whether she could possibly be in earnest. There was just a minute’s hesitation before they gave her a room. Believe me, the bitterness of it has almost departed, crushed out of me together with much of the weariness and sorrow I brought with me here by the nameless glory of these lonely months.
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