You will find it somewhere in that book. ‘I don’t
want to hurt you any more. Diane did not hear the footsteps on
her brick patio or the audible click of the back door lock
being compromised. A dozen books
lay upon the counterpane. Rattles were sprung; lanterns lighted,
and hoisted at the end of poles; windows thrown open; doors unbarred; and, as if
by magic, the street was instantaneously filled with a crowd of persons of both
sexes, armed with such weapons as came most readily to hand, and dressed in
such garments as could be most easily slipped on. 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. “Nothing can cheer me,” he
said, “except champagne. She had been working upon a ribbon of microtome sections of the developing
salamander, and he came to see what she had made of them. I once might have married you for your beauty,—now I marry you
for your wealth. He stepped in with a heavy foreboding of calamity. Upon what this instinct was based she could not say; she was
conscious only of its insistence.
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