If he adhered to this policy—to keep away from her inconspicuously—she would forget the name by night, and to-morrow even the bearer of it would sink below the level of recollection. Do you want me, too?” “Yes,” she whispered foolishly, in the throes of rapture. A queer game this: he could not move directly as in an ordinary case of manhunt. Tears flowed in rivulets down 121 her cheeks and she began to cry.
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