Mac would have some new
yarns to spin and a fresh turn-over to his celebrated liver. Lucy sat paralyzed, as still as
Tiger Lily on the death raft. She drank her glass of wine,
however, and clanked glasses good-naturedly with Mr. “How did you find me?” He asked. That’s what I mean. I
cannot do it, David. His expression became pained. Will you find your destiny, I wonder, or will you go through
life like so many others—a wanderer, knocking ever at empty doors, homeless to
the last? Oh, if one could but find the way to your heart. Makes you
real. "
Jonathan made no answer, but snatching a torch from a bystander, jumped into
the trench and commenced a diligent search. ‘No need to upset yourself. She took the piece of
paper and unfolded it in the safety of her lap. He glanced downwards at the impetuous torrent,
which he could perceive shooting past him with lightning swiftness in the
gloom. I don’t want
you to be sad.
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