” She scoffed. But I may yet live to thwart them. The call of youth to youth, and we name it love for want of something better: a glamorous, evanescent thing "like snow upon the desert's dusty face, lighting a little hour or two, was gone. He seemed wholly insensible to the rain, though it presently descended in torrents, and continued his search as ardently as before.
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