But then you're an adopted son, and that makes all the difference. I’m sorry I ruined dinner. "Would I had never seen either of you!" cried Jack, rising and pacing the apartment with a hurried step. Then a roar of hisses. ’ ‘Nothing of the sort,’ Gerald said calmly, sipping at his burgundy. No; the future was not so dark; there was a bit of dawn visible. He was almost paralyzed with nervousness and desire. “I am so very, very sorry. Something, then, to appease the wrath of God; something to blunt this persistent agony. None this end. She could tell it was new territory for him and he might lose the nerve to take them off himself, without the aid of drink. Ah! I shall never forget the figure Jack cut on that occasion. “And to think that it’s not a full year ago since I was a black-hearted rebel school-girl, distressed, puzzled, perplexed, not understanding that this great force of love was bursting its way through me! All those nameless discontents—they were no more than love’s birth-pangs. There was a lot of that, John, a great deal of hunger.
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