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. Much to my amazement, as soon as I was in her presence I forgot about my magic and thought only of love. The poor boy, whose hands were pinioned behind him, looked very pale, but neither trembled, nor exhibited any other symptom of alarm. “I think I can tell you something which may be very good news for you presently. Spurling, as if struck by a sudden idea. Perhaps the boys had already faced off and he had missed it, he thought sourly. ” He ruminated for a minute. They shall hear of me no more. Father— dead. “I wonder!” said Miss Stanley. For such of us as pretend to be wise—and we are but fools in a lesser degree—we know that humanity moves onward only by the impellant of fine dreams. 272 < 34 > EPILOGUE She paced the Manhattan neighborhood, her backpack swinging, marveling at the austere buildings gleaming silver in their starkness.
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