I don’t care if you never tell me any of your secrets. ” He smiled at her. They thought that he was dead at first, and they took him to the hospital. Spurlock knew that somewhere along the way he would write a story worth while. There were seven tales in all—short stories—a method of expression quite strange to her, after the immense canvases of Dickens and Hugo. 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. “You know,” he went on, “this doesn’t seem to me to end anything.
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