" CHAPTER XV. She perceived she had never really thought of any one but herself in all her acts and plans. The room was reeling, or was it that she was going to faint? She recovered herself with a supreme effort. ” The tall young man dropped his eye-glass and smiled. " "What's that?" "Think it over," said McClintock, grimly. I'm a bit daffy about music. I'm an old hand at such things. It was his heart. From the further end of the apartment came the low music of a violin. My heart would speak if it could, for it is very full. She seemed to be making some sort of inventory. " "Silly love stories?" "No; love wasn't the theme.
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