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Chapter XXIII. A Spirit In Travail: One Rung Put Behind

           Youcantellmeornot,justasyouwantto,butIwon’tfoolanylonger!”

           Heshovedthelastfewremainingthingshehadlaidoutintohisvaliseandsnappeditwithavengeance.Thenhegrabbedhiscoat,whichhehadlaidofftowork,pickeduphisgloves,andstartedout.

           “YoucangotothedeuceasfarasIamconcerned,”hesaid,ashereachedthedoor.“I’mnosucker,”andwiththatheopeneditwithajerkandcloseditequallyvigorously.

           Carrielistenedatherwindowview,moreastonishedthananythingelseatthissuddenriseofpassioninthedrummer.Shecouldhardlybelievehersenses—sogood-naturedandtractablehadheinvariablybeen.Itwasnotforhertoseethewellspringofhumanpassion.Arealflameofloveisasubtlething.Itburnsasawill-o’-the-wisp,dancingonwardtofairylandsofdelight.Itroarsasafurnace.Toooftenjealousyisthequalityuponwhichitfeeds.

           

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