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Wild is a friend of yours, I'm sorry for what I said. The love-songs of all the ages were singing in her blood, the scent of night stock from the garden filled the air, and the moths that beat upon the closed frames of the window next the lamp set her mind dreaming of kisses in the dusk. For in life there is but one hour: an epic or an idyll: all other hours lead up to and down from it. It isn't as if he were stricken with typhoid or pneumonia or something like that. There are, then, in this sorry world, people who can be disinterestedly kind!" The doctor laughed, gave Spurlock's shoulder a pat, and left the room. “Dear me, what a relief! If I had had any nerves that man would have trampled upon them long ago. I’ll kill you, Sheila, and I’ll kill her too. 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. “Hola Marteen!” She exclaimed cheerfully. "What will you do?" asked Thames.
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