The reward is mine. "Bravo, Poll!" cried Jack, who having again pinioned Shotbolt, was now tracing
a few hasty lines on a sheet of paper. The
teacher droned on and on about the mournful funerary
love of Romeo and Juliet, a tale she had long since tired
of. His breath grew shallower as he
approached the room, conscious of the loudness of his
hallway-reverberated footfalls. ToC
Mrs. . He made the universe on those lines. And then—this sudden thrust. A solemn consideration, when I enter a great city at
night, that every one of those darkly clustered houses encloses its own secret;
that every room in every one of them encloses its own secret; that every beating
heart in the hundreds of thousands of breasts there, is, in some of its imaginings,
a secret to the heart nearest it!' … It kind of terrifies me," said Ruth, looking up,
first at the face of her husband, then at McClintock's.
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