'" "'This be the verse you grave for me: Here he lies where he longed to be; Home is the sailor, home from the sea. 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. ” She felt strange confessing herself to a criminal attorney. "I've said it," rejoined Jonathan, peremptorily. The great ordeal—that which she had most dreaded—had proved to be no ordeal at all. No work that offered was at all of the quality she had vaguely postulated for herself.
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