You are my slave—and such you shall continue. It was at lunch when McClintock announced that in the mailpouch he had found a letter addressed to Howard Taber, care of Donald McClintock and so-forth. One can't help being jealous, you know, even of an unworthy object. Either you have had to love people or hate them—which is a sort of love, too, in its way—to get anything out of them. “And to think that it’s not a full year ago since I was a black-hearted rebel school-girl, distressed, puzzled, perplexed, not understanding that this great force of love was bursting its way through me! All those nameless discontents—they were no more than love’s birth-pangs. Presently he resumed: “I believe I must be in love.
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