“But—” The long inconsecutive conversation by that time was getting on her nerves. Wood, in a taunting tone. “Forgive me,” he decided to say at last, and his voice had a little quiver of emotion, and he laid his hand on hers upon her knee. The dusky obscurity of the room was twice welcome. Return to him, I say—" "I can't," replied Jack, doggedly. She had done forever with the Age of Chivalry, and her own base adaptations of its traditions to the compromising life. ‘Will you let be?’ Instead she grasped his hand tighter.
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